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The Devil in history: the counterpart of God in history
Hollis Read: The foot-prints of Satan

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E.B. Treat, New York, 1873
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    Now, Satan is all blackness, and he is therefore all woe. I think this view is not usually prominent in our ideas of the Devil. We regard him as the mighty fallen, majesty in ruin, something to be admired and feared. We leave out his awful grief, his wild despair. But let us remember that, being the most wicked being in existence, he is therefore the most miserable. It is all night with him, but no rest. He has not lost his nature – his mind, his will, his desires, his sensibilities; but these only serve as instruments of his torture. He wishes, but he never realizes; he pursues, but he never wins; he thirsts, but he never drinks. He is proud but he knows that he is not esteemed. He is ambitious, but he knows he can never rise. He plots, but his schemes always return upon himself. With dire hate he forges chains for the people of God, but ere long those chains are put upon his own limbs. The Almighty meets him in every snare, and doubles his confusion. His very struggles sink him deeper into lower depths. Mighty mourner! There is no respite to his torments. He is ever consuming, yet never consumed; always dying, yet never dead. His chains are always on him. The tempest is perpetually raining fire and brimstone upon his pain-struck head; while all of hell's troubled minions are unceasingly wailing harsh thunder in his ears. His very eyes weep blood, and every groan he heaves is big with horror. Blank and cheerless despair is all that is before him. He never smiles. Grim woe never relaxes its hold upon his brow. His only joy is that of the murderer who falls upon his victim, and, tearing out his heart, grates his teeth over its agony. He never sings. The only notes he can utter are imprecations against his Maker, curses upon his victims, and the maniac howl of remorse. And the only music he hears is the echo of his own hollow moans, the widow's sigh, the orphan's curse, the prisoner's groan, and the wild „shriek of tortured ghosts.” And such he would be were there „no heaven for him to envy, no God to condemn him.”
    Satan is the great deformity, possessing every abhorrent attribute. He is superlatively wicked, and therefore superlatively hateful. And he is hated, he is abhorred, he is execrated. God the Father hates him, God the Son hates him, God the Spirit hates him, the seraphim hate him, the cherubim hate him, the angels hate him, the saints all hate him. He is the loathsome wretch that heaven has spewed out of its mouth.

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