Lord Foulgrin's Letters: Novel About Spiritual Warfare - Softcover

Alcorn, Randy

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1576738612 ISBN 13: 9781576738610

Verlag: PRH Christian Publishing, 2001

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This repack of Randy Alcorn's gripping bestseller delivers us from ignorance of the devil's schemes. Foulgrin, a high-ranking demon, instructs his subordinate on how to deceive and destroy Jordan Fletcher and his family. It's like placing a bugging device in hell's war room, where we overhear our enemies assessing our weaknesses and strategizing attack. Lord Foulgrin's Letters is a Screwtape Letters for our day, equally fascinating yet destinctly different -- a dramatic story with earthly characters, setting, and plot. A creative, insightful, and biblical depiction of spiritual warfare, this book will guide readers to Christ-honoring counterstrategies for putting on the full armor of God and resisting the devil. Alcorn says to win the battle we must know our God, know ourselves, and know our enemy. Lord Foulgrin's Letters, in unparalleled and compelling fashion, helps us better know each.

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Randy Alcorn is the founder and director of Eternal Perspectives Ministries and a New York Times bestselling author of 50-some books, including Heaven and Face to Face with Jesus. His books have sold over 11 million copies and been translated into more than 70 languages. Randy lives in Oregon with his wife, Nanci. They have two grown daughters and five grandchildren.

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Lord Foulgrin's Letters

By Randy Alcorn

Multnomah Publishers

Copyright © 2001 Randy Alcorn
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9781576738610

Chapter One

IT DOESN'T GET
ANY BETTER?

Shirtless, Jordan Fletcher kicked back on the lounge chair on the sunnydeck of his new house at Sunriver, basking in the high desert beauty ofCentral Oregon. He'd always longed to have a special place of his own. Nowit was his?and no one could take it from him.

    Jordan's wife, Diane, sat five feet away reading her novel, but it may aswell have been five miles. They inhabited two different worlds. He found iteasier to avoid conversation, since it usually ended up in a laundry list ofways he'd let her down or things she wanted him to do. High maintenance, hethought. He breathed in the scent of fresh pine and contemplated the mountainpeaks framed by the huge blue sky.

    Well, she can't accuse me of blowing it on this place.

    "I'm walking to the store." The voice from behind startled him. Jillian?It didn't sound like the voice of a little girl?maybe because his strawberryblond daughter was now seventeen.

    "Okay," Diane said weakly, eyes not moving from her novel, the story ofa life far more interesting than her own.

    Jordan looked disapprovingly at his daughter's skimpy outfit. He startedto grumble something about not talking with strange boys, but by then shewas gone. She seemed always to vanish these days, outrunning his words.Jillian never asked permission for anything anymore. Half the time she nevertold them where she was going.

    He looked over at fourteen-year-old Daniel, his hair in a stiff black bangagainst his pale skin, earphones permanently attached to his head. He satunder a desert pine, still pouting because his best friend couldn't come withhim and he was stuck with the family. He wore his perennial black T-shirtfeaturing some rock singer, with an embossed "Hail Satan," blood spurtingout of the words. Daniel gazed at a magazine Jordan didn't recognize, probablyabout computers or vampires or who knows what.

    What's he doing wearing those stupid boots on a hot sunny day? When will he growup, take some responsibly?

    Jordan stood restlessly and ran his hand across the smooth deck railing.He looked at the tennis courts where he could barely see someone practicingserves. He watched carefully, trying to figure out if the guy was good enoughto beat him. Finally he turned around and studied the house, his latest symbolof success and happiness. The shutters screamed at him.

    Idiots.

    The builders had installed the wrong shutters. He'd left a message andhadn't heard back from them. He wouldn't let them get away with it. Stillthough, the place was beautiful.

    Wait till Hal sees this. It makes his mountain chalet look like a bungalow. AndMatt's little beach cottage? No comparison. I'll buy a barbecue and have it going Fridaynight when they get here. A few cases of beer on be. Everything'll be perfect.

    He looked at the vacant spot under the tree where Daniel had been amoment ago.

    Oh, well He's fourteen. Not like he needs a babysitter.

    Jordan went inside to get his briefcase off the shiny oak dining roomtable. He pulled out the monthly sales figures. He'd gone over themalready but wanted to study the numbers again. He returned to the deck andsettled back in his lounge chair, sipping lemonade.

    Yeah, it was true. He'd outsold everyone. He'd come out on top again.

    I can borrow a little more, get that ski boat. No problem.

    It felt great.

    Yeah, great. Everything's great. It doesn't get any better than this.

* * *

LETTER 1

Our Working Arrangement

My newly assigned subordinate Squaltaint,

    I'm recording these instructions despite the misgivings ofmy assistant Obsmut, who believes it's too risky.

    As you've heard, there's been a reshuffling of the chain of commandin your geopolitical sector, precipitated by the removal of Ashtar for hisreprehensible acts of disloyalty against Lord Beelzebub. I've beenassigned to command your region. You and your cadre of six temptersnow fall under my authority. So do all your current subjects, includingthe vermin assigned to you, Jordan Fletcher.

    In our kingdom's multilevel marketing structure you have now come inunder me. I will be the beneficiary of your successes. I will also be heldresponsible for your failures. Make sure there are none.

    Since I have vested interests in your success, I'll offer my keenest adviceand monitor your progress. I'll aid you in deceiving and destroying Fletcher.Together we'll share the spoils of victory.

    I'm a master of strategy and tactics. In my letters, I'll tutor you in thefine art of deception. I'll begin with Foulgrin's Basic Training, or if youprefer, Temptation 101.

    These half-spirit, half-animal hybrids who inhabit this planet, ourplanet, are an endless source of fascination and frustration. They're suchcreepy little things, misshapen balloons of flesh, bloated bags of liquid andalloy. Grossly inferior to spirit beings, they should be our servants?yet theEnemy would have made us theirs!

    As you deal with Fletcher or any of them, remember in the end they arebut raw material, to be used by us against Him or by Him against us.They're weapons to wield in our jihad against heaven, that oppressivecitadel called Charis.

    Never forget the reason we revoked our citizenship?to establish thenew and greater realm of Erebus, that mighty domain of which hell is but ajunkyard, a ghetto for human slaves. (The Enemy claims we shall one dayjoin them there?I think not, but if the worst proves true let's first do all thedamage we can.) Our kingdom is being built each day with the bony bricksand bloody mortar of the Enemy's precious image-bearers?including yourcockroach Fletcher.

    Picture it, Squaltaint: The sludgebags are caught in the crossfire betweenErebus and Charis. Skiathorus, what they call earth?that festering wound,that canker sore of the cosmos?is the battlefield where two rival kingdomsvie for the allegiance of puny men. The delicious thing is, the vast majority ofthem don't have a clue about the raging battle. How can they prepare for abattle they don't even know they're in? And how can they win a battle theyhaven't prepared for?

    Foulgrin's rule number one: Keep them in the dark.

    The central question is always this?how can we exact revenge on theEnemy? It was He who evicted us from our rightful dwelling, He who chosethe sludgebags over us. He made ours a government in exile, driving us outto the hinterlands of the spirit realm, where we have no place to call our ownuntil we colonize Skiathorus.

    What can we do to inflict pain on this Creator who at first glance appearsuntouchable?

    Intelligence gathering yields the answer. The...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: PRH Christian Publishing
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2001
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1576738612
• ISBN 13: 9781576738610
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 208
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