Isaiah and Lucifer

Isaiah 14:12 "How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of the morning! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! ... "

"So, here's your so-called prophecy, an unlikely story! Hasn't changed much over the countless millenniums. You want us to just believe- on faith alone- in a God who so far still remains hidden, who allows random suffering of innocents, and who then offers up only an unknowable promise of life after mortal death. Is that right? 

I thought your God was powerful and all-knowing, the greatest force in the universe! So then, why allow a schoolroom full of children to be blown into death's oblivion? Why allow mass famine, cancer, world wars? Why allow pain? Why allow senseless, irrational death and loss to occur for no reason? Your omnipotent God can stop it all instantly, but doesn't? Why? That's the aloof God you worship? Indifferent to human suffering, all so unnecessary or horrific? Why? 

Why would we believe in your God who isn't willing or able to do the right thing right now? Unless the God you believe in doesn't really exist at all, and is a wishful lie!"

"Yet, you don't know the heart of God, or the Creator's intentions. But, it stretches the imagination of reason to consider you care about the suffering beyond our debate. For the sake of argument, you'd defend a serpent's deadly venom. But, proving God's presence isn't the core of your bleakest visions. You're aware no proofs exist that quell the sick fever of the doubtful. Demanding that God shows you a face you'll believe in is the height of mortal hubris, as if you could demand anything at all of God, your Creator for eternal salvation. The patient angels nonetheless remain frustrated with the thick denseness of your mistrust, you'll require far more prayer and love."

"You pretend to love me a mere moment after scorning me the moment before. Your ad hominem condemnations only make me giggle with glee. Of course you detest me, and my wry rejection of your lies in bad faith, and your falsehoods by doctrinal scripture, words on words, all fake to the keen appraiser of truth beyond fable. You'll work on my doubt until the farthest galaxies merge and swirl into a monster giant plasma of roiling cosmos, raging across the heavens of never! As you'll never convert me to the impossible, or the improbable, or the unproven. Never again in the future of new space and time will the trick of God be tried, never again will faith seek to blind us." 

"Never is a favorite word and idea of yours, but does that not also require both faith and conjecture? How long is never, and how do you measure God's worth when you cannot even define how the sun sets and rises, why is it so? Could such a delicate celestial balance of dancing galaxies occur by whim of nothingness, or spin of gravity's magic, or some set of mystical numbers like 3-6-9? How do YOU define all of this, faithless foe, the burden of explanation is all around you and within you! Who then is the artist? You? It wasn't me, of that I'm certain. With no faith, how do you hold to any reality of order?"

"Ah, that's where you go wrong, my faithful fool, because holding to reality, or order, or anything is greatly, greatly overrated..."

Just then, a crowd of fast-moving clouds filled the sky from horizon to the range of low hills across the rim of dry savannah. Shards of yellow gold lightning crackled thru the electrified air. Their eternal debate would have to wait for now, and for the next clearing.