A priest was going to his church. Crossing a field on his way, he saw a wounded man lying in a nearly ditch. A knife protruded from the man’s chest and he was bleeding. The priest considered lifting him up and attending to him, but on second thought he felt it might delay his arrival at the church. He had been mentally preparing his comments as he hurried on his way.
but the wounded man opened his eyes and shouted, “Father, I know that you are going to church to deliver a a sermon on the subject of love. I was going to attend the sermon too, but bandits have stabbed me and thrown me here. He warned him if he somehow survived he would tell people that the father didn’t helped him and instead ran away to deliver his sermon.
This worried the priest. the people of the village would say that his sermons were all humbug. He was not worried about the dying man but of public opinion. As he went closer he said, ” It appears I have seen you somewhere before.
The injured man said, ” You must have. I am Satan, and I have very old relations with priests. If I am not familiar to you, then who else?
The priest remembered him clearly; and he said, ” I cannot save you. It is better you die. You are Satan. We have always been wishing you dead.
Satan laughed and said, ” Listen, don’t be a fool, the day I die you will be out of business ; I am the foundation of your profession. You had better save me, because if I die all the priests and ministers will be out of work because the world will be a better place then.
The priest realized that Satan was speaking a very basic truth. Immediately he lifted the Satan and said, ” don’t worry. I am taking you to the hospital. Please don’t die.”