Dark Vision of the Bluffer

Through a delightful writers' forum I have made the acquaintance of a man who goes by the pen name of oneagleswings. Truck driver. Resident of South Carolina near a beautiful inland lake. Poet. Mystic. Hoper of what the Church might be. Conveyor of stirring, transfixing images.

We seem to have struck many a sympathetic chord.

One of my recent poems speaks of the smoke screens of the Devil. The man wrote me back relating the circumstances surrounding the time of his Christian conversion. Although the day was joyful as he stepped from darkness into light, he was visited later by a troubling vision of a roaming, threatening lion. The Enemy would still be prowling around seeking his chances. He was reminded of Peter's words in the First Epistle, Fifth Chapter. It happened as he passed by a particular street in his city:

8 Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:

9 Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.

The very next day he could not help but return to that street to re-assess the particulars of the vision. The sign on the street post read Lion Street.


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