The Night Satan Came To My Church
For a while, I had it under control.
Just a small porn addiction - just to control my hormones - and I was careful to keep it far removed from my job as pastor of our non-denominational, conservative Bible church here in the rural mid-west.
But that all changed the Night Satan Came to church.
It was a Sunday evening, and I was in the midst of teaching a series of classes on world religions - how wrong they all were in comparison to Christianity.
That particular night, I was teaching on the occult. I had a PowerPoint presentation I was sharing while teaching, and one of the slides was the picture I have included above in this post - a picture of the ancient diety Baphomet.
When that picture came on the screen as I was teaching, I looked up at it and was suddenly filled with a burning inside that I still can’t explain. My heart began to race, and I became completely distracted. I lost my train of thought, and began to stutter and stammer.
Eventually I regained my composure and finished the lesson. But I couldn’t get away from the strange, dark sensation that I had while looking at that picture.
I tried to put it out of my mind on the drive home, but now it was completely consuming me. I felt my mind racing with very uncharacteristic and unholy thoughts.
By the time We arrived at home, I knew what I had to do. With my heart racing even faster, I told my wife I had left my Bible at the church, then headed out the door and back down the road. I was still dressed in my suit and tie.
I entered the church and headed into the sanctuary. I didn’t turn any lights on and it was now dark outside, but there was enough moonlight streaming through the windows for me to be able to make my way to the altar.
I stood there for at least 10 to 15 minutes - it seemed like an eternity. I could look up and see the pulpit I had just preached from, and behind it was an illuminated cross hanging above the baptistery.
The light from the cross cast a shadow over me as I stood there, shaking, looking down at the altar.
The altar, where I had made so many vows and commitments to the God I served. The altar where I had been consecrated as a minister.
The dark voices in my head were coaxing me on. I tried to resist, but what had started out in the service as a small whisper, now was becoming like loud, shouted commands.
And then, suddenly, instinctively, I knew what I had to do.
I had prayed many times at that altar, but never the kind of Prayer I was about to give.
I knew that just taking my pants down to my knees would not be good enough. Savagely, I began to pull off every bit of my clothes - from the tie, to the shirt, all the way down to my socks, until suddenly I found myself standing in my church sanctuary at the altar completely naked.
What happened next I can only describe as sort of an “out of body” experience. I collapsed to my knees. I could feel my knees hitting the cushioned pad of the Prayer rail. My cock in my hand, I was masturbating furiously.
I suddenly felt my other hand, which had been gripping the altar, loosen and reach around behind me. I felt my fingers ran deep into my ass hole - thrusting , probing, deep and hard. Something I had never done before, something I would never even consider doing.
Then I looked down and saw I had drawn my fingers out and I was looking at them. With my other hand still stroking, I put my fingers into my mouth and sucked them dry.
Then I watched as my hand came out of my mouth and raise to the sky above my head.
In worship? In surrender? Asking for forgiveness? I wasn’t sure.
The orgasm was the most intense I had ever experienced in my life. it seemed like a load that had been building all of my life. I watched as my cum covered the wooden engraving of the Ten Commandments that was carved in the altars wood in front of me.
I could see the wet droplets shining in the darkness, illuminated by the light from the cross hanging just above me.
I literally collapsed on the altar. I sensed that I had just been a part of some invisible spiritual battle. You could almost see angels folding their wings and turning away, while demons were laughing and rejoicing.
I felt many emotions there in that sanctuary that night. I’m not going to lie - shame, fear, and embarrassment were some of them.
But above and beyond them all, I had a feeling inside that What I had done had pleased Him - Satan - so very much.
And, as strange as it sounds and as hard as it is even for me to comprehend now as I write this , that was the greatest feeling I had ever experienced in my life, and it’s the one that keeps driving me down this dark, forbidden path.
It’s what is giving me strength to write this to you right now.
And all because Satan Came to church with me one night.
