Salvation for a Demon

by Peter Rollins

IN THE CENTER OF A ONCE-GREAT CITY THERE STOOD A MAGNIFICENT CATHEDRAL that was cared for by a kindly old priest who spent his days praying in the vestry and caring for the poor. As a result of the priest's tireless work, the cathedral was known throughout the land as a true sanctuary. The priest welcomed all who came to his door and gave completely without prejudice or restraint. Each stranger was, to the priest, a neighbor in need and this the incoming of Christ. His hospitality was famous and his heart was known to be pure. No one could steal from this old man, for he considered no possession his own, and while thieves sometimes left the place with items pillaged from the sanctuary, the priest never grew concerned: he had given everything to God and knew that these people needed such items more than the church did.

Early one evening in the middle of winter, while the priest was praying before the cross, there was a  loud and ominous knock on the cathedral door. The priest quickly got to his feet and went to the entrance, as he knew it was a terrible night and reasoned that his visitor might be in need of shelter.

Upon opening the door he was surprised to find a terrifying demon towering over him with large, dead eyes and rotting flesh. 

"Old man," the demon hissed, "I have traveled many miles to seek your shelter. Will you welcome me in?"

Without hesitation, the priest bid this hideous demon welcome and beckoned him into the church. The evil demon stooped down and stepped across the threshold, spitting venom onto the tiled floor as he went. In full view of the priest, the demon proceeded to tear down the various icons that adorned the walls and rip the fine linens that hung around the sanctuary, while screaming blasphemy and curses.

During this time, the priest knelt silently on the floor and continued in his devotions until it was time for him to retire for the night.

"Old man," cried the demon, "where are you going now?"

"I am returning home to rest, for it has been a long day," replied the kindly priest.

"May I come with you?" spat the demon. "I too am tired and in need of a place to lay my head."

"Why, of course," replied the priest. "Come, and I will prepare a meal."

On returning to his house, the priest prepared some food while the evil demon mocked the priest and broke the various religious artifacts that adorned his humble dwelling. The demon then ate the meal that was provided and afterward turned his attention to the priest.

"Old man, you welcomed me first into your church and then into your house. I have one more request for you: will you now welcome me into your heart?"

"Why, of course," said the priest. "What I have is yours and what I am is yours."

This heartfelt response brought the demon to a standstill, for by giving everything the priest had retained the very thing that the demon sought to take. For the demon was unable to rob him of his kindness and hospitality, his love and compassion. And so the great demon left in defeat, never to return.

What happened to that demon after this meeting with the elderly priest is anyone's guess. Some say that although he left that place empty-handed he received more than he could ever have imagined.

And the priest? he simply ascended the stairs, got into bed and drifted off to sleep, all the time wondering what guise his Christ would take next. 

From The Orthodox Heretic and Other Impossible Tales, by Peter Rollins.

Ch, ch, ch, Changes...!

Since I last posted on this blog, lots has changed in my life. I loved living in Houston and working at the Central Public Library there, but my sweet papa got cancer (he was diagnosed in February 2013) and so we returned to Tyler a lot to visit more regularly, and discovered that our most beloved connections were in East Texas. By November, we were planning our move home. We did not make it back before Papa passed away, but I did get to come home and spend time with him on the weekend prior.

After getting back, I tried to stay home with Anna Kate again, but this time it didn't feel as sweet or as accepted. That might have been just feelings inside of me, but I kept looking for work--I wanted something as amazing as HPL, but there are slim pickings in Tyler for someone with as much useless education as me. Fortunately, my friend Brandon had my back; he was able to arrange a job for me at the non-profit he had recently begin working for. I took the position of Community Coalition Coordinator with Next Step Community Solutions, and learned so much about all that goes into attempts to change policies and practices on the community, environmental level. It is a difficult position because it requires that you work to put things in place that will impact communities and sub-communities, and it is hard to get all of the right people to join together to make the right changes.

While I was there, I built another blog that storehoused prevention data and information, and another website that basically dressed up the blog. When I wrote, that is the blog that I worked on.

The best part about that work was it has meaning. It is an uphill struggle (mostly against the ignorance of normal people, who offer alcohol and off-use prescription drugs to the kids in their lives), but it is an important struggle. The other best part was that I got to work closely with Brandon Davidson, who is one of my favorite people. He has this mind that just amazes me, though it also pushes him to do way too much all of the time.

Anyway, I got the chance to return to teaching just before school began again this past August. I am teaching 9th Grade Humanities at the Brook Hill School in Bullard, a private, Christian, college prep school. This is a job that challenges me every day. I like working directly with my students and hope to continually improve as a teacher. Perhaps I will write on this blog a bit more frequently, now, and I can share some of what it is like to teach 14-year-olds!

Who knows what is next?!