Context: Inspired by C.S. Lewis’s classic – The Screwtape Letters, this fictional series features letters from a senior demon to his young protégé, exposing hell’s subtle strategies against believers. These are not meant to amuse, but to awaken.

This isn’t just satire – it’s a mirror. A sharp one. Because sometimes the enemy’s strategies sound uncomfortably familiar.

My dear Wormwood,

You’ve been making the rookie mistake of thinking your patient’s church attendance is a problem.
You fret over their Bible reading, their worship habits, their time with other believers as though proximity to the Enemy is inherently dangerous.

How many times must I tell you? It is not the being near that threatens us, it is the being alive in that nearness. And that, my boy, is where familiarity comes to our rescue.

The safest Christian is the one who can quote Scripture without trembling.
The one who sings the old hymns without feeling a thing.
The one who prays… and then feels frustrated and stops.

You must train your patient to nod politely at the Enemy’s words without truly hearing them.
Make the sermon sound “nice” but irrelevant.
Let John 3:16 sound like background noise, not a personal anthem.

Keep their faith a little too well-worn, a little too predictable, and a little too… safe.

You see, we demons know a little secret the Enemy’s camp often forgets:
If familiarity mattered, water wouldn’t boil fish.

A fish can swim around in water all day – it’s home, it’s comfort zone but raise the temperature slowly, and the wretched thing never notices until it’s cooked.
Do the same with your patient.
Turn up the dullness one degree at a time, and they’ll never notice their wonder is gone until their faith is nothing more than a memory.

Remember: it’s not sin that’s our most reliable ally — it’s slow, subtle, spiritual boredom.

Do not make them reject the Bible.
Simply make them used to it.
Do not make them despise prayer.
Just make it sound the same every time, until the words are only air.

Let them sit at the banquet table of grace, day after day… without ever tasting.
Let the bread go stale in their hands.

In the end, Wormwood, it won’t be rebellion that will rob your patient but routine and familiarity.
And that, my dear boy, is a far more polite, respectable way to damn a soul.

Your affectionate uncle,
Screwtape