Christianity 201

October 25, 2011

Refuting The Accuser

I recall during my twelve year-old salvation crisis (brought on by my developed fear of the rapture) being told the illustration of a young girl who was being hounded by the Devil every day. The evil accuser challenged her salvation, lying to her about her conversion and shaking her assurance. An angel of the Lord came to her and took her to a tree in which she had carved the date of her decision, three years earlier. The angel said, “The next time the devil comes to accuse, you show him what is carved in this tree.”

This is a neat little story, and at the time, as dubious as my conversion at six years of age seemed to me, it prompted me to say the sinner’s prayer again and mark the new date. But looking back now I find it theologically tenuous and practically useless for the cause of assurance. My decisions are a shallow hope indeed. These days when the devil comes to accuse, I show him what is carved on my Savior’s hand. I rebuke him not with some sentimental tree memorializing my own spiritual movements but the tree upon which the Son of God was sacrificed for me.

–Jared C. Wilson, Gospel Wakefulness (Crossway, 2011),  p. 30


  1. When the devil comes to accuse I tell him that the blood of Jesus Christ, God’s Son cleanses from all sin – and he flees.
    The devil also knocks at my door with temptations, but when I ask Jesus to answer the door, satan again flees.
    The shame is that I don’t always do it.

    Comment by meetingintheclouds — October 26, 2011 @ 3:56 pm | Reply

  2. I am learning that time and space memorabilia are pretty much worthless in confrontations with Satan. Time and space are finite and changeable. Only Christ is the same, yesterday, today and forever. My dad used to tell me to doubt my doubts and believe my beliefs, but as you surely know, Satan can turn that argument into an unnavigable maze. The only security I really have is to hide behind Christ and count on his protection. I don’t trust my confession of faith, but I do trust the baptism that marked me as his forever. I don’t run from Communion when I am afraid that somehow I have let go of Christ, but rather I run to Communion where my faith that he will never let go of me is nourished. Hope in some generic better future is empty and deceptive. The only hope that comforts and inspires is hope in Christ.

    Comment by Katherine Harms — October 27, 2011 @ 8:55 am | Reply

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