I’ve never been what some call ‘hyper spiritual.’ While I believe in the supernatural, I don’t spend any significant amount of time dwelling on angels, devils, and the like. However, in the last few months, I’ve been seeing demons everywhere.

 

One of them has an orange tan and a poor comb over. Others have no face or structure, but post hateful, anonymous comments online. Still other demons use a false Jesus to advocate for racism, nationalism, or any other ‘ism’ fashionable at the moment.

 

Their rage unnerves. Their beliefs eat at my soul. I’m not sleeping well knowing they’re out there.

 

In the darkest of night, I look up and ask, ‘Why do you allow so many demons to roam free?’

 

The response is soft.

 

‘Love your enemies. Pray for those with evil designs against you and yours.’

 

‘Oh, forget that noise!’

 

‘Love your enemies. Pray for those with evil designs against you and yours.’

 

‘You don’t get it. I don’t want to, because if I’m called to love them, it means they’re no longer demons. Demons are allowed to be mocked, ridiculed, and looked down upon. Don’t take that away from me.’

 

‘Love your enemies. Pray for those with evil designs against you and yours.’

 

One breathe at a time, my focus changes. My enemy no longer has horns, or claws, or fangs. They are simply a hurting child who hurts those around him because that’s what hurting people do. It doesn’t mean I don’t stop them from hurting others, but the venom is gone. My rage is gone. My fear is gone.
‘Love your enemies. Pray for those with evil designs against you and yours.’