A Word from the Adversary: “Jesus is Dead”

by John Comer

I told you so! I told you so! I got him. Rejoice, all my demons, rejoice! And all you people of earth take notice of my victory! Jesus is dead. Heaven, look down. Does this corpse belong to you?

Upon a bloody cross. That’s how I did it. At smelly, fly-infested Golgotha where the scum of the earth are taken to die. That’s where I did it. And right out in the open for all the world to see and poke fun at him. Right up there nailed to a piece of wood and thrust toward the sky where he could talk to God. Ha!

I did a marvelous job of it.  Thirty pieces of silver, that’s all   it took for one of his own hand-picked followers to betray him. And the money was paid by the very men who serve as religious leaders for his God! His own people wanted him dead. Rome didn’t save him. God couldn’t save him. I laugh when I think of how everything went so completely wrong for him. I worked hard to have it happen this way, and I’m pleased with what I did.

That Roman centurion and his crew did a splendid job. My congratulations to them! By the time they finished their work they had put the lie to the work Jesus had been attempting. He talked far too much about love and mercy. Think of the chaos it would create if people actually forgave their enemies! Nothing would ever be settled that way. I much prefer a knife in the back. It’s more pragmatic than forgiveness when dealing with problem people. The world has heard the last of those parables he was always telling. Nobody will want to re-tell them now. Just a little time for the memories to fade away and his impact will be gone. Yes, I have done my work well.

Even now they are preparing his body for burial. That must furnish poor comfort for those who were unsophisticated enough to believe he had anything lasting to offer them, and I delight in their sorrow.

I find it most amusing that he who claimed to be sent by God is being buried in a borrowed tomb. How humbling to those who were expecting him to be a king! Of course, even he himself admitted that he didn’t even have a place   to lay his head. It’s all part of a pathetic pattern.

Jesus is dead and on his way to the tomb. The stone will be rolled into place and this is the last we will hear from him. I, Satan, have the victory. You can put your faith in what I tell you.