We got a letter from one of our dear old friends yesterday. I find it amusing. So I am positing it here.
Enjoy! Or don't. I don't really care either way.
Apollyon and Lucifer,
My dear old friends, how is it in the upper levels? I realize that what I did constitutes torture, but I’d like to see you two sometimes, alright? After all, I think you owe me some attention. After all, it was you that led me to my fall, wasn’t it?
Anyway, how about I get right to why I’m writing this letter, okay?
Oh Lazarus, I remember him. Well, actually, I don’t. But I was there when Jesus raised him, anyway. Mary and Martha, Lazarus’s sisters basically begged Jesus to save their brother. It was quite pitiful. Jesus himself wept over Lazarus’s death. I never understood crying. IT was only ever a sign of weakness in my view. But something did touch me that day, and I wondered if I was doing the right thing. But you were in my head Lucifer, you had taken me in. I was doing your word. This is why you owe me some visits every once in a while.
Then Jesus went to Lazarus’s grave and called out to His Father, and then commanded Lazarus to rise. There was silence, and then Lazarus walked out covered in burial rags.
I did not know that he had been so close to entering hell. To think that if I had somehow stalled Jesus for even another moment, Lazarus could be sitting with me at this moment, drinking some scalding coffee and watching the hell fire below us. It makes me bitter, because I am so alone down here. It is almost like solitary confinement. Then again, those blasted Pharisees are here, and so is Pontis Pilate, but they’re not very good company. Pilate sings in the shower, and he doesn’t sing well. I’m getting nightmares. They sit down her in their private quarters still praying to their god for forgiveness and to get them out of this place. But I’ve read the signs, and this blog. Heaven is as far away as “Forget About it” remember? Internet is what’s keeping me going to be honest.
As a little wrap up: visit me! You’re responsible for bringing me down here, considering that it was you that made me betray Jesus. So visit every once in a while, okay? Lucifer, try and be interesting when you come. Apollyon, if you destroy my house I am going to get very angry.
Hoping to see you soon, and bring some water will you?