Post by firefolk on Jan 8, 2009 9:03:31 GMT -5
After a long year, Christmas time had finally come again. On earth, for a few brief moments, there was peace; and in Heaven the saints made merry before the Throne. Thither came the Sons of God to present themselves--and with them came the one called Satan.
"So," quoth he. "Still you win the hearts of this hedonistic people with softness and revelry. Still you will not permit them to be tested."
"I think," said the Lord, "they have been tested enough for one year."
"Nay! I have arranged one final test. There is a hotel in California which will soon be seized by terrorists: men who serve me loyally, though they know me not. This you must allow, and then we shall see the true fiber of their craven hearts."
"Very well, you may have your hotel--but you must let one man escape."
Satan sneered. "Who is this one? Some mighty sage or philanthropist?"
"No, he would be no great man in your eyes. He is merely a vacationing police-man from New York. His name is John McClane."
"A typically senseless request," said the Accuser. "One man cannot stop the evils of my world. But very well, you may have your John McClane, for after all--it's Christmas! Mwa ha--mwa ha--mwa HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!" Thus laughing with evil laughter, Satan went away to oversee Hans Gruber and the terrorists.
And God smiled quietly to Himself.
[For the remainder of this story, see the movie Die Hard.]
"So," quoth he. "Still you win the hearts of this hedonistic people with softness and revelry. Still you will not permit them to be tested."
"I think," said the Lord, "they have been tested enough for one year."
"Nay! I have arranged one final test. There is a hotel in California which will soon be seized by terrorists: men who serve me loyally, though they know me not. This you must allow, and then we shall see the true fiber of their craven hearts."
"Very well, you may have your hotel--but you must let one man escape."
Satan sneered. "Who is this one? Some mighty sage or philanthropist?"
"No, he would be no great man in your eyes. He is merely a vacationing police-man from New York. His name is John McClane."
"A typically senseless request," said the Accuser. "One man cannot stop the evils of my world. But very well, you may have your John McClane, for after all--it's Christmas! Mwa ha--mwa ha--mwa HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!" Thus laughing with evil laughter, Satan went away to oversee Hans Gruber and the terrorists.
And God smiled quietly to Himself.
[For the remainder of this story, see the movie Die Hard.]
