Some time ago I gave a sermon titled The Tracks of the Devil. The thesis of the sermon was that you can’t touch the devil, you can’t see him, and you can’t smell him (though sometimes you may wonder). You can’t really directly sense the devil. But the way you know he has been there is by the tracks he leaves behind.
It’s not chic or fashionable to speak of a personal devil, but that is exactly what we are dealing with—a conscious, deliberate adversary of life and truth. There is a verse in Hebrews that I have read many times before, but somehow I had managed to overlook the importance of a single phrase.
Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the devil[.]