Sister Nancy had always had her doubt, harbored deep in the armor of her faith. It hid her uncertainty as well, hid it from everyone, but she knew it was there, and she tried to contain it so it did not grow large enough to crack the carapace of her belief.
She had always suspected that evil was not just in the hearts of men, but a tangible thing, commanded by Satan. Minions invisible to mortal men were sent to torment and tempt, until they brought them to a fall.
Sister Nancy, though, never saw those minions. She only saw the parade of man’s inhumanity to man, no matter where she went or who she helped or how. And with each misdeed she witnessed, her doubt grew greater.
Later, when she finally met Lucifer, she asked, “Where were you all this time?”
“Oh, dear sister,” he replied with a mercy so profound she could see the angel he had once been. “I don’t do personal appearances. The wise too often take them as what they are – confirmation of God.”
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