My Evil Twin
Guarding against the devil’s deceptions
Out of the proverbial blue—or perhaps more correctly, out of the abyss—come occasional thoughts that run afoul of my faith. The style of expression seems my own, but the content is contrary. At such times I wonder: Did the thought actually originate with me, or did the devil somehow plant it there?
The latter is how I explain an experience I had prior to my conversion while shamefully sharing a marijuana cigarette: the notion overtook me, as I stared into the eyes of my fellow profligate, to query, without words, Can you read my mind?
Immediately, to my astonishment, his lips parted and …