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How To Make Satan Buy You A Car - a short story by A.B.King

  Once upon a time, Satan was working around town as always looking for whom to destroy. Apparently, ever since he was cast out of heaven he doesn’t have anything better to do with his free time.   Satan noticed a young man talking to a girl. He smiled as the girl gave him her number. Well, planning to commit sin is almost as good enough as committing sin. Satan commanded two of his little demons to follow the young man, and they happily ran and jumped into him.In the physical realm it didn’t look like anything had happened but in the spiritual realm the young man just got two additional problem – generators.   Satan was feeling a bit bored so he decided he would cause a car accident to kill the human standing right next to him.   Satan’s plan was adverted by a Christian teenage boy who acted quickly and pulled the person that Satan planned to kill out of the way of an oncoming vehicle. The Christian teenage boy had saved someone’s life and he had cost Satan some fun.   Satan got mad and decided he would punish the Christian teenage boy. He declared to his demons that the Christian teenage boy is never to have a car but is to suffer having to walk for the rest of his life. They would stop any plan in motion that would result in the Christian teenage boy getting a car. The Christian teenage boy was cursed. He was cursed by Satan himself. That was his punishment for costing Satan a life he would have killed.   Later that day, while the Christian teenage boy was having one of his normal conversations with the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit told the Christian teenage boy what Satan had decided to do.You see, when you spend a lot of time with God, his mindset and his power begins to rub off on you.   The Christian teenage boy laughed with the Holy Spirit at what Satan was planning. True, he knew Satan must be serious but he also knew that Satan is just a small little ant when you know your rights in Christ.   The Christian teenage boy told the Holy Spirit whom he had come to know as his friend that, this is not even a praying matter. Satan is not serious. He told the Holy Spirit that he would disturb Satan and make even Satan himself be the one to buy him a car. The Holy Spirit was pleased that the Christian teenage was thinking with divine authority. He had grown in the faith such that even the loudest threat from Satan couldn’t make him shake.   The Christian teenage boy came up with a plan. He started preaching to people anytime he met them while he worked on the street. He also won so many souls whenever he used public transportation to the point that his plan worked, Satan had to get him a private car himself so that the Christian teenage boy won’t see anybody to win to Christ when he is riding in a private car before he ends up winning everyone in the city who ever sits beside him in bus or in a public vehicle.   Satan told one of his disciples in the church of Satan to buy it for the Christian teenage boy.Satan’s disciple was shocked and asked Satan, “Since when did we start helping the enemy.”   Satan told his disciple to SHUT UP and just buy the car.   The disciple said, Ok! but maybe they should put a curse on the car first before giving it to the Christian.   Immediately, Satan shouted at him, “IT’S TRYING TO PUT A CURSE ON A CHRISTIAN THAT GOT ME IN THIS MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE.”   So, by the end of that day, the teenage Christian boy was driving around town in his brand new expensive car. Satan couldn’t take the risk of buying a cheap car just in case the Christian teenage boy wouldn’t like it.   Unfortunately for Satan, the Christian teenage boy used his car to drive to much distant places to reach more people with the gospel of Jesus than he could have ever reached before. He would also use it to drive new coverts to church every Sunday morning until they didn’t need him showing up before they would get up and go to church. Then he would replace them with even newer converts and drive them to church every Sunday.   So obviously, Satan lost.
The End.

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