Satan doesn’t wear red silk pajamas and horns, nor does he carry a pitchfork. No, Satan wears a suit from Brooks Brothers, horn-rimmed glasses, a visor, and he comes at you armed with an adding machine.
See, Satan runs a backroom numbers game and he’s always showing up to check your tally. How much do you weigh? How much do you make? What’s your credit score? What are your grades? How many drinks was that? How many times are you going to screw up that way? You’re how old now? You’ve missed church how many times? Continue Reading →