Dear John Letter for Satan

Dear Satan,
I had a lot on my mind and wanted to drop you a line to get some things off of my chest that I have been holding in. I know we don’t hang out anymore, but there is good reason. You were the worst friend I ever had. You lied to me, and you deceived me. You told me we were going to be best friends, and I believed you. I never thought you would have hurt me the way you did. How could I have been so blind?

They tried to warn me about you, but I wouldn’t listen. I heard it almost daily in that Christian school and every Sunday from the pastor. Still, I wouldn’t listen. You told me they didn’t know what they were talking about. You told me they were just trying to keep me from having fun, from living MY life! I believed you.
At first, it seemed as though you might have been telling me the truth. We were having some great times together. We would stay out all night, go to all the parties, do all the drugs, and hit up all the clubs. This had to be the right way, right? I mean all my friends were right there with me, how could this be wrong if so many were doing it? I remember being worried at times that I may become addicted to this lifestyle or to some of the drugs I was casually using. Of course, you were always right there to whisper in my ear your reassurance that I wouldn’t.

You said I was just having my fun while I was young, sowing my wild oats. Again, it seemed as if you might have been telling the truth. I was being blessed by the world’s standards. I grew older, I had a good job, was married, had bought a nice house, and thought I had left my past of partying behind. You told me I should be happy with all this, but I wasn’t. Something was missing. You started reminding me of the good times we used to have back in “the good ole days.” “Remember how good those pain pills used to make you feel, and how they just took all your worries away?” Again, I bought into your lies. This time there was no stopping us.

We ran hard; and before I knew what had happened, I was addicted. The thing you promised would free me had given me complete bondage. I had shackles on my feet and wrists. Instead of being friends, I had become a slave and you were the slave master. You beat me all day, everyday. I thought the only way out was death, and you were fine with that. I didn’t die though, but was so far gone that I had to go away to get help. You still came too. Everyday, you were right there trying to get me to leave that safe haven, pointing out every flaw in the place.

Guess what? I found a new best friend while I was there. His name is Jesus. The funny thing is, He was the one I was searching for all along. He filled that void instantly that you had promised to fill for all those years. Following him doesn’t come with consequences, it comes with blessings. You stole everything from me. He gives me more than I deserve. I don’t know how I could have been so blinded to all your lies while the truth was right there in front of me the whole time. He had His nail pierced hands extended, just waiting. He has promised that He will never leave my side or forsake me. And guess what? He hasn’t.

When life gets tough, and I can’t deal with it anymore, He’s right there to take the burdens from me. You know what else? I don’t have to spend eternity burning in a lake of fire! Too bad you can’t say the same. Yeah, He already told me how your story ends. Wish I could say I was sorry, but I’m not. I gave you a lot of my life with nothing but regret to show for it, and now I’m giving Christ the rest. I know that I was nothing more than a notch on your belt, and there are plenty more out there who fall victim to your lies daily. I pray for them, I pray that their eyes will be opened, and they will see you for what you are, a liar.

You may, at times, win battles, but Christ has already won the war. You may still be here, but you have already been defeated. Just thought I’d tell you a little bit about how I felt about you. Can’t wait to see you burning in Hell.

Sincerely,   Stacy Putnam