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Christian Short Stories
Satan Witnesses Jesus’ Resurrection To contact Greg about speaking engagements and/or puppet ministry, please email kidcool4jesus@yahoo.com.
Gigantic thorns pressed deeply into the head of the Nazarene, whose back had been beaten into a raw and bloody mess. Huge chunks of facial hair had been pulled from Jesus’ face, which was now almost unrecognizable, the blood on His face mixing freely with the spit hurled at him by the mob. The nails piercing Jesus’ hands and feet did the thorough work for which they had been designed, bringing even more torture to the Creator/Savior. Crucifixion, a gruesome and horrible means of execution! Excruciating pain! An unbearable load of sin! Dishonor and humiliation! Every disease and illness! Yes, all gladly borne by the man from Galilee! Hour after merciless hour passed, with no relief in sight for Jesus, who hung between two thieves. (Luke 23:39-43) “And one of the malefactors which were hanged railed on him, saying, If thou be Christ, save thyself and us. But the other answering rebuked him, saying, Dost not thou fear God, seeing thou art in the same condemnation? And we indeed justly; for we receive the due reward of our deeds: but this man hath done nothing amiss. And he said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom. And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, Today shalt thou be with me in paradise.” In Luke 23:46, we are told, “And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit: and having said thus, he gave up the ghost.” After Jesus died and was buried in a borrowed tomb, a huge rock was rolled over the tomb’s entrance. “This is enough to make even me shout ‘Praise the Lord!’ exclaimed the Prince of Darkness. “Well, almost,” he whispered to Mrs. Satan, his chief supporter. Mrs. Satan chided her husband for his lack of candor. “You’ve always told me nothing could make you utter those words, she remarked with a smile almost as devilish as her husband's. “You’re right, of course, Dear,” the devil agreed. All too soon for Satan, the time Jesus was to spend in the borrowed tomb came to an end. A bright light shone both inside and outside the tomb. “Did you wonder why Jesus was buried in a borrowed tomb?” Mrs. Satan asked her husband. “No, I didn’t think it mattered.” “Maybe you should have thought about it,” Mrs. Satan said as Jesus burst forth from death in great glory. “He didn’t need a tomb of His own if He wasn’t going to remain there on a permanent basis!” (© 2015 Greg Miller – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)
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