If demons looked like this Halloween costume they’d be easy to recognize.
I wouldn’t be fooled. I’d chase them off my porch.
The problem is, real demons know my weaknesses. They disguise themselves as fun; they take the form of things I might think I want. Idols of desire.
I’ve been warned to stay away from idols, for fear that I become their slave.
Real demons have no wish to scare me. Alarmed, I might unmask them with True Light.
Their scheme is to deceive, to trick me with false treats.
God Loves Danica Collins 