The Final Battle

There was a man who listened to nobody. He read no books. He talked to no one. He lived in a shell, in a hut tucked away from the beaten path, away from the roaring sea, under the canopy of tall trees deep in the forest.

He grew old never seeing the world, never experiencing the rain, never feeling the heat of the noonday sun. He never knew his maker. He lived in this cocoon separated from the world.

Yet this man's savior knew who he was. The savior sought him and tried time and again to make contact with him. But the man besides being blind was deaf as well.

One day as the man lay on his deathbed the evil one came and tried to make a grab for his soul. Seems that the place down under needed more residents. But the Savior was there as well. A fierce battle for the man's soul ensued.

The evil one tried to win with horrendous power and with overwhelming strength. The savior alertly just stood there looking at the dying man with a tender gaze and love in his heart. The savior touched the man's forehead with his hands. "Do not be afraid," the savior whispered, "no harm will come to you."

The evil one ultimately ran out of steam and fuel and collapsed into a heap of black soot. With one breath the savior blew the evil one's remains back to where it came from.

Extending his hand to the dying man, the savior escorted the man's soul upwards, heavenward to the land above the clouds - there to live happily everafter.

Once again, love triumphs over the way of the world.