If Satan’s Got Your Number, Rest Assured He Will Call You. 

While still cowboying for a living, I had a little mare named Crazy Alice. She was a stocky, well-bred sorrel mare and a good ranch horse. Crazy Alice got her name as an homage to the horse in John Wayne’s movie The Cowboys. The little mare had one little problem: she would buck. I used this sweet mare to do all sorts of ranch chores, but before we could rope, gather, or do any work, you had to plan on her trying to kill you first. The problem wasn’t that she tried to buck me off; the problem was that she wanted to do it almost every time I used her. Most horses will try to buck initially, or even on a rare occasion, as something spooks them. Her problem was that she got the better of me on a few occasions, and because she knew that she could beat me once in a while, she would try to beat me regularly. So, she was aptly named Crazy Alice. On a few occasions, she almost hurt me badly, once flipping over on top of me on the side of a rock bluff crossing a mountain to gather bulls; another time, she tried to buck me off while almost running through a barbed wire fence. She kept things exciting! There’s an expression that is sometimes used for this: she had my number (and thus, regularly tried to call it).

That little spitfire thought and acted like Satan thinks and acts. 

Folks, Satan knows he has beaten you before. He knows what things might entice you, what areas you have been weak on historically. With a horse like Alice, you could never rest, take your eyes off her, or get distracted. She was too crafty and ruthless! With an Adversary like Satan, you cannot rest, take your eyes off him, or get distracted. He will come at you with everything he has the first chance he gets. When Alice thought she could get you, she would try. When Satan thinks he can get you, he will try. 

The illustration breaks down here. The worst thing Alice could do was buck you off, break a few bones, or kill you (buck you off and cause you to hit your head; I’ve heard of it happening). Satan, on the other hand, can maim you, wound you, crush you, and cause you to make choices that cost you your soul. Alice was a hateful mess of a mare. I loved her and hated her. Satan can’t be both loved and hated; he must be hated. He must be respected as a threat. He must be avoided at all costs. If he’s got your number, he will call it every chance he gets. Don’t let him have it, don’t give him the chance. Satan’s Got Your Number, Rest Assured He Will Call You.