I chuckled a little, wondering if Jesus meant Colton would be a danger to
himself or others.
In all our discussions of heaven, Colton had never mentioned Satan, and
neither Sonja nor I had thought to ask him. When you’re thinking “heaven,”
you’re thinking crystal streams and streets of gold, not angels and demons
crossing swords.
But now that he’d brought it up, I decided to press a little further.
“Hey, Colton,” I said. “Did you see Satan?”
“Yeah, I did,” he said solemnly.
“What did he look like?”
At this, Colton’s body went rigid, he grimaced, and his eyes narrowed to
a squint. He stopped talking. I mean, he absolutely shut down, and that was
it for the night.
We asked Colton about Satan a couple of times after that, but then gave
up because whenever we did, his reaction was a little disconcerting: it was
as if he changed instantly from a sunny little kid to someone who ran to a
safe room, bolted the door, locked the windows, and pulled down the
blinds. It became clear that in addition to rainbows, horses, and golden
streets, he had seen something unpleasant. And he didn’t want to talk
about it.