Do you believe in God as well as Satan? This question will usually be answered with a question. “How do you mean?” “Are you asking if I believe in the red guy with horns and a tail?” “Do you mean good versus evil?” The variety of questions could go on and on based on the people you ask. Based on a survey conducted in 2014 by the Associate Press – NORC Center for Public Affairs Research, Chronicling Changes in American Society, 58% of Americans say they believe in God.
Disclaimer: I do not profess to be a theologian, a bible scholar, or any other type of religious expert. Everything written within this post is my personal belief about God and Satan.
If more than half of Americans believe in God why wouldn’t the response to the question be yes? My feeling is that many people believe in god (notice the little “g”), a higher power, a friendly being in the universe watching over us, and the list could go on. If you were to ask those same Americans that said they believe in God if they believed in Satan I doubt all of them would say yes. Now obviously they didn’t ask that question so we will never know, however many people don’t want to believe in Satan. The thought that “Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour,” (1 Peter 5:8) is pretty frightening. However, if you believe in THE GOD then you must believe in the devil. Satan is mentioned throughout the Bible even a meeting between him and God is recorded (The Lord said to Satan, “Where have you come from?” Satan answered the Lord, “From roaming throughout the earth, going back and forth on it.” Job 1:7). Many people say they believe in angels but hesitate to say they believe in Satan. Satan was originally an angel who fell from God’s grace because he wanted to BE God. Satan, Lucifer, the devil, whatever your name for him, he is real as real as God.
My personal belief system about God and Satan has changed over my lifetime. As a very young girl (8 or 9) I have memories of my parents physically fighting and a voice (not audible with your ears) telling me to go to my baby sister’s room to watch over her and that everything was going to be okay. My dad would be beating my mom saying she was crazy. A couple of years later my parents divorced, my sister and I went to live with our mother. Mom struggled with addictions to various drugs and marijuana, she also fought some serious emotional issues. Then when I was a young teenager she began reading books about Satan worship and witchcraft. I overheard her tell a story to a friend about her collecting hair from a lady’s hairbrush at work that she didn’t like using the hair to practice witchcraft. The next day the woman was in a serious car accident and hospitalized, I also remember my mom chuckling about it. Satan’s demons followed us wherever we moved and we moved a lot. Weird things happened in every house but I always heard the voice telling me that our life wasn’t normal, this wasn’t the way families should live, you can be different. At that time I had been to church only one time with a cousin and her grandmother. I remember thinking how strange it seemed. To my knowledge I had very little interaction with Christians until I became an adult.
At 20 I moved away from the small town where I grew up to begin my life separate from my mothers. In a small town you were labeled according to your family background and lets just say mine was not that good. I wanted to move somewhere where no one knew me and I could start my life without the shadows hanging over me. Not long after moving I met my husband, we married, and I took a job at a local bank. It was at that bank that the Lord introduced me to many Christians, one who became a lifelong friend. She was older than me, but we had some very long talks counting money in that bank vault. The Lord began to slowly work in my life and over the next nine years He would begin to open my eyes to the truth, His truth.
On September 19th at the age of 29 I gave my life to the Lord and I praise Him for His patience and grace with me. The Lord is now my closest friend who has been with me through many trials in my life. He cared for me when I didn’t know Him, He loved me and protected me. I am so very thankful for His love and compassion. I make a point to share my childhood with my daughters and talk about God as my friend. He has always been with me, watching over me, and guiding me. It was His plan for me to be where I am today raising five girls, homeschooling, and even writing this blog. He is the author and perfecter of my faith. Satan is real, his followers are real and they are roaming the earth to and fro seeking someone to devour, thankfully the Lord God is real and the final victor. Praise the Lord!
Till Next Time,