Men don't believe in a devil now
As their fathers used to do;
They've forced the door of the broadest creed
To let his majesty through;
There isn't a print of his cloven foot
Or a fiery dart from his bow
To be found in the earth or the air today,
For the world has voted so.
They say he doesn't go round about
As a roaring lion now,
But whom shall we hold responsible
For the everlasting row
To be held in home and church and state
To the earth's remotest bound,
If the devil by a unanimous vote
Is nowhere to be found?
Who is mixing the fatal draught
That palsies heart and brain,
And loads the bier of each passing year
With ten hundred thousand slain?
Who blights the bloom of the land today
With the fiery breath of hell,
If the devil isn't and never was?
Won't somebody rise and tell?
Who dogs the steps of the toiling saint,
And digs the pits for his feet?
Who sows the tares in the fields of time
Wherever God sows His wheat?
The devil was voted not to be,
And of course the thing is true,
But who is doing the kind of work
The devil used to do?
Won't somebody step to the front forthwith,
And make his bow and show
How the frauds and crimes of a single day
Spring up? We want to know.
The devil was fairly voted out,
And of course the devil's gone,
But simple people want to know
Who carries the business on. —Selected (Gem Cyclop., p. 175).
One of the happiest men I ever knew was a man in Dundee, Scotland, who had fallen and broken his back when he was a boy of fifteen. He had lain on his bed for about forty years, and suffered much pain, but the grace of God was so abundant upon him, that I almost imagined that when the angels passed over Dundee, they would stop at this bedside to get refreshed. When I saw him I asked if Satan ever tempted him, thinking of God as a hard Master, and doubting His love. "Oh, yes," he said, "many times, as I see others in prosperity, Satan says, `If God is so good, you might be rich and well.'" "What do you do when Satan tempts you?" I asked. "Ah, I just take him to Calvary and show him Christ, and His wounds, and say, `Does He not love me?' And Satan got such a scare there hundreds of years ago, that he cannot stand it; he leaves me every time."—Moody's Stories, Bible Institute Colportage Association.
Griffith Thomas once told the story of a poor Negro who was a helpless slave to drink. He tried again and again to get free, and others tried to help him, but he could not get rid of his drunkenness until he was saved. When he was converted there was a wonderful change, and someone said, "So you have got the mastery of the devil at last?" "No," he said, "but I have got the Master of the devil."
Since Satan is a supernatural enemy, it takes a supernatural power to overwhelm him. Christ is that Power. Christ in the believer is not only the Hope of Glory—He is the Hope of victory.—The Brethren Evangelist.
The man who denies the existence of the evil one reveals the fact that he has not been considered a worthy foe by the prince of darkness. The great evangelist, Charles Finney, realized this truth from a deep experience of his opposition. On one occasion, after he had been preaching on the subject, a man came to him, and said: "Mr. Finney, I don't believe in the devil." The preacher looked at him keenly for a moment, and replied: "Don't you now? Well, you really resist him for a while, and you'll soon change your views." The mighty author of evil is not slow to accept the challenge that is thrown to him by a holy life.—Selected.
Rowland Hill, a prominent preacher of former years, related this incident in one of his sermons: "The other day I was going down the street, and I saw a drove of pigs following a man. This excited my curiosity so much that I determined to fol. low. I did so; and to my great surprise, I saw them follow him to the slaughterhouse. I was anxious to know how this was brought about; and I said to the roan, `My friend, how did you manage to induce these pigs to follow you here?' `Oh, did you not see?' said the man. 'I had a basket of beans under my arm; and I dropped a few as I came along and so they followed me.' `Yes,' said the preacher, `and I thought so it is, the devil has his basket of beans under his arm; and he drops them as he goes along; and what multitudes he induces to follow him to an everlasting slaughterhouse.' "—Gospel Herald.
A young man, under the influence of drink, stood on the outside of a crowd and boasted that he would make the open-air preacher leave off preaching. He shouted: "Hi, Mister, you can go home; you needn't preach any more—the Devil's dead!" The preacher looked at the young man sternly, and replied: "The Devil's dead? Then you're an orphan !" The youth hurried away abashed, while the crowd smiled broadly. —Christian Herald.
At an experience meeting, in a mountainous region, one man expressed discouragement because after three years of discipleship he still had severe struggles with Satan. A veteran in the service replied: "It took me twenty years to get the hill back of my barn reasonably freed from rattlesnakes; and after fifty years I still meet one there occasionally. Brother, the Devil is harder to deal with than rattlesnakes.—Adult Class Teacher (Baptist)