Perhaps you’ll enjoy it.
In the highest reaches of the tallest places in the Heavens, amidst clouds and shards of light, glistening pillars of light and knowledge, magnificant prisms of truth and love, there walked the Devil.
God perceived and called him forth from the darkness, saying, “O, Satan! Why have you left your Hells? Have you no fires to stoke? No brimstone to whiff? No souls who have turned from me?”
And the Devil, cackling with a mouth full of yellowy pointed teeth, exclaimed back to God, “I have all of them and more, Lord! An yet, something better too…for I have victory!”
“Victory says the Prince of Lies!” God exclaimed as the host of angels and saints looked on. “No victory shall there be for you! But bandy your words quick, let your forked tongue spill them with haste.”
Before him and at the base of God’s throne, the Devil conjured up the Earth, flashing images before them with blazing speed. He came down into a small gray office, stuffy and full of miserable looking people, all of them hunched over instinctively because of the low, gray ceiling. Again, the Devil cackled.
“Look at my wit, my ultimate creation, my finest perversion! Look, your men damn themselves. For I have walked amongst them and I have spoken in the soft voice to the greedy ear, jostled the elbow that was aching to be twitched,and thus have I wrought this! They work toward damnation volumntarily. And behold, they have named it, as Adam did name the animals.”
And the Devil’s slideshow came to show a sign in plain brown letters on the outside of a dull brown building, and the letters read Department of Motor Vehicles.
“Behold, they sign away all they can!” The Devil said, “They rush through hoops, struggle with requirements, stress and curse and complain and do not leave! They are imprisoned, though there are no chains, nor locks on the doors! All so they can ultimately drive machiens that thunder and cough and spit out smokelike the Dragons of old! Voluntarily, O Lord!”
And though Lucifer cackled still further in his victory, stomping cloven hoof and slapping red stomach with crimson hand, God spoke softly but surely and said, “But alas, what have you won? Has anything changed? Have I waxed or waned? Have the fires cool,the world split, the stars collided, the cities crumbled? No. And truly, I say to you, it is my servant Job, fo ryou’ve no sway upon him.”
“No sway!” the Devil scoffed. “But has he no license?”
“Nay!” God admonished.
“But has he no registration?” pressed the Devil.
“Nay!” returned God promptly.
“But has he no proof of insurance, which is unto the spear in the side?”
“Three times, I say thee nay!” exlcaimed God, “He has none, nor visits your Department of Motor Vehicles, nor drives your Dragon-like machinations.”
“But the world is overrun with them! How can he not?”
“Behold, Job, my faithful and trusted servant, who alone knows the scent of the roses, for having stopped by them.”
And then, God showed his own images before His throne, and he depicted Job. Old, wizened, with white hair and a lined face, he was walking hand in hand with his wife. Man, standing beside Woman. She too had white hair and a lined face, but lined as his was with a smile as they walked slowly and leisurely, peacefully.
“Walking!” scoffed the Devil again, “Rediculous! But victory is not denied me, O Lord. They are old and weak, and soon to depart that world! And then, shall my triumph not be complete?”
“Look, look close!” God seemed to whisper and shout, all at once.
And there, running in zig-zagging patterns around the sidewalk, the grassy lawns, the fields of flowers, and even a beach by a lake that they walked past, there darted a trio of little children, galloping about on their own feet.
“And your triumph,” God said, “is denied.”
And then, the Voice said no more. Gnashing his teeth fitfully, the Devil cursed the images hanging before him of Jobh and his wife and his grandchildren, unknowingly thwarting the Devil’s schemes by means of their Sunday evening post-supper stroll through town.
The angels and saints all faded away, no longer watching.
With nothing elft but images and failures, the Devil also ventured off to stoke his fires, to whiff his brimstone.
Job, meanwhile, picked a yellow daisy for his wife.