Last Hell

One night I woke up suddenly, disturbed by the shaking of the mattress. It was four in the morning and I was alone. My girlfriend, and I hoped my soon-to-be-wife, was in the other room, having fallen asleep cuddling our little girl.I put the palm of my hand on the mattress to check that the distress I was experiencing was not the fruit of my imagination. I cried out aghast: “Blimey! What is this? An earthquake?”. Then I touched the bedside table where I usually put my glasses, but it was completely still, not shaking in the least. I then switched the light on and in fact everything was steady…except for the bed-cover.I then wondered if it had been some kind of earthquake-swarm. The next day I would check on Google to see whether that was the case. It also occurred to me, however, that it might be the evil I fight every day; but how could the Devil have become so strong - I wondered - to attack me like that?I then took hold of the Gospel, which was on my bedside table next to my glasses, and put it on the mattress, saying out loud:“But in any case we have Free-will!”, and the shaking stopped within seconds.

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