Last night I had easily one of the top five most disturbing dreams of my life. I share it because it reveals something about the deceptive power of evil:

I was in our church building with a group of friends. In a circle, we sat practicing a tricky rhythm for a song. We were clapping it out, when a tiny lamb darted across the back of the church, between two rows of wooden rails and through a set of swinging doors. The lamb was chased by a large brahma bull with a hump on his shoulders. I shouted to get everyone's attention and for us to go rescue the lamb. We ran to the back. As we got close to the doors, the bull came back through, swelling and morphing into this glorious/hideous white and gold beast, lowering his head as if to charge. In the dream, I got confused. The animal looked strong, magnificent. I thought we had chased down God and I started begging God's forgiveness. Then the bull's facial features sharpened into something like a goat's and I realized that I was actually looking at the Devil. I woke up feeling like the lamb being chased. Terrifying.