question about satan?

Question

i oersonally dont believe in god but i read somewhere (i dont remember where) that maybe satan is doing a "job" for god, something like this:

god: hey stan, i need a favor

satan: sure, what you need?

god: i need to test mens faith so, could you tempt them or something like that to see if they are loyal to me

satan: sure

adtghe, something like that, his purpose is that, he is not evil or separated from god, but just doing his job

sorry i spelled your name wrong

its not a joke, its an example, im not too good writing dialogues

for the ones that will read my wuestion, read spamandhams answer, it explains it better than me

Answer 1

You need a better example. Let me answer your question with a nice little exert from my journal (changed to third person for you) adapted into a story I call “An Angel in a Microwave”

“Yah, I’ll take some more steak, Jesus, these new pool floats are awesome. Damn, what is that noise?” God rolled over and beat his alarm clock into submission. He groaned, thinking to himself, “I am the ruler of Heaven and Earth, I am entitled to sleep in every once in a while.”
God threw off the covers, sat up and shut off his alarm. With a stretch and a yawn, he looked out the window only to discover that it was a beautiful morning. “The weather ought to reflect my mood,” he thought. He glanced back out the window and saw that the once blue sky was now grey and wet. “That’s better,” he said out loud.
Twenty minutes later, God was up and ready for his day. He went down to his kitchen to find some breakfast. As he rummaged through his kitchen cabinet, his mood didn’t brighten. “I don’t want cornflakes!” God screamed for the umpteenth time this month, as he threw the box on the floor. After a brief temper-tantrum, the idea finally came to him. “I want sausage!” he announced to himself in a commanding tone.
God pulled on his coat and stepped out of his cozy little house to brave the terrible storm that he had created. As wind and rain howled past his ears, he fumbled with the buttons on his new coat. By the time he got it on, Penny’s was in view. God busted through the double-doors, soaking wet two minutes later.
“Welcome to Penny’s!” came a warm and cheery voice. “Just one?” came the voice again. God pushed back his hood, shook out his damp hair, and grunted his acknowledgement. The woman led him to a corner table, set for two, directly under a large window. “Some weather we’re having,” she commented looking out the window, and she handed him a menu. “I’ll be back in a sec to take your order.”
After a delicious breakfast of sausage, eggs, and coffee, God’s spirits finally rose. Although it was lousy service, he tipped the woman 25 percent and walked outside into the cool morning breeze. He made his way across the busy streets and through a little park. When he emerged, he could see the large building where he worked.
God walked up eight flights of stairs to the top floor where his staff all appeared to be hard at work. His secretary was on the phone, so he walked right into his large office. For a moment, he simply stared out his window, one that took up a complete wall. After a minute however, he became aware that it was quite warm in his office and that he was still in his heavy overcoat. God walked past the main part of his office, where he generally met with clients to the back, more modest part of his office.
Down the short hall was a small closet for cleaning supplies and jackets and his personal bathroom that even had a small shower. Across from the bathroom, God also had a small room with a bed and various personal possessions, where he stayed nights he worked late. After hanging up his coat, God returned to his main office where he found a sticky note on his computer screen. “Jesus, again?” God exclaimed, just as his secretary walked in.
“Yeah,” she said, “and this came for you this morning.” She handed him his mail, and gestured toward the note God had been studying a moment before. “He’s gotten himself into trouble again,” she said with a sigh. “This time they want to crucify him! What should we do?”
“Let him figure it out!” God exclaimed. “We can’t go in and fix his every little mistake!”
His secretary nodded dutifully and left the office. God sat down in his oversized chair and started to flip through some papers. After a moment his personal line began to ring. “Hello?”
“Hell-o!” came a familiar voice. “What’s happenin’ up there?”
“Lucifer, old boy!” God exclaimed, “It has been too long!”
“I take it you got my note then?” he asked in his usual sly tone that had always reminded God of a serpent. A momentary wave of understanding came over God, but he shook it off.
“Reading it right now!” God lied, hastily tearing through the mail until he came upon it and skimmed the note quickly. “Why I had almost forgotten it was my birthday; you sly devil, you remembered!”
“That I did! And good ol’ Lucifer’s got it on special delivery to your house now. Should be there sometime this evenin’.”
“Thanks man!” Suddenly God was struck with an idea. “Say, you and Jesus used to be, um… pretty close, right?”
“Where is this going?” Lucifer asked suspiciously.
“Well, he seems to have gotten himself into… a little bit of a tight spot, and I was just hoping, for old time’s sake, you might…”
“It’s already under control,” Lucifer crooned softly. “Besides, I think my present might help out with that, too.”
“Hey,” said God, melting under his influence like he always did, “why don’t you come up here for a bit; remember my office?”
“Tempting,” Lucifer replied, but I’m swamped here, literally! So many sinners this century”
“Tell me about it!” laughed God.
“…and I was just calling to say happy B-day, and hope you like your present!”
“Talk to ya’ later?”
“Talk to you later,” he promised.
God tried to go about the rest of his day, but the mingled exasperation over the Jesus situation and his excitement about his mystery present made that nearly impossible. After a few tortured hours of restlessly shuffling papers, God finally gave into his curiosity. He packed up his papers and headed home.
As he approached his house, however, he became aware that his door was ajar. God found a pile of bricks lying near the corner of his house. He picked one up and headed tentatively toward his door. He pushed it open, holding the brick high, poised and ready to strike; however, when he entered, he found everything looking normal. God relaxed a bit, figuring it was all in his head. Just as he was about to put down his weapon, God noticed something moving in his kitchen.
He walked with a silence that only the creator of Heaven and Earth could posses, after all, he had a lot of experience, sneaking around in the Garden of Eden. He made his way to the swinging door that separated his kitchen from the rest of the house, and pushed the door open slowly. What he saw made him drop his brick and stare in amazement. “What is this Blasphomy?” he cried out in startled anger.
Meanwhile, in the underworld, Lucifer was eating an apple. It was a beautiful apple, red, with perfect symmetry. It was like an apple out of myth. Lucifer took a moment to contemplate the apple, thinking to himself, “I have never devoured such an awesome or mighty apple, for it is perfect. It is sweet, yet not sickly sweet, and it dose not possess the faintest trace of green or yellow. I cannot even detect a single spot of rot.”
The inside was no less amazing. There was not the faintest trace of any disturbance. It was of a beautiful golden hue, as though enhanced in some supernatural way. Lucifer put his feet up and continued to eat his apple. He savored every bite, aware that the apple could not last forever. Bite after sweet, juicy bite, he counted this apple among his blessings. “After all,” he thought to himself, “not everyone is so blessed to have an apple such as this.
However, as he neared the end of his beloved apple, a feeling of immense sadness swept over him. “Alas,” he thought with a sigh “as all good things must come to an end, so must my apple.” He ate the last bight slowly, marking this moment mentally, as the passing of something great. But now I fear it is time to return to our story.
The next day, God walked straight into his office and picked up his phone. He dialed the number he had known for so long, and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the line to first connect and then begin to ring. After what seemed like an eternity, a voice came onto the line.
“Hello,” came a voice.
“Lucifer,” God took a commanding tone.
“No,” came a now small and fearful voice, “b-but I can go get him?” the voice asked.
“Yes, please do,” God replied in a lighter, now more business-like tone. He waited more patiently this time as he was put on hold.
“Hell-o,” came the familiar voice.
“Lucifer,” God repeated, readopting his previous tone.
“Well well well, I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon, am I to understand that you received my gift?” he asked slyly.
“G-gift?” God repeated, his voice and temper rising, “that is what you call that, that… thing,” he said with a small laugh. There was a moment of silence before the both broke out into uncontrollable laughter, God’s loud and booming, and his contemporary’s soft and sly.
“Thought you’d like it,” Lucifer said when they both finally recovered enough to speak.
“Like it?” God asked, “I love it!”
“I know how you were always complaining you needed a fast and efficient way to heat things, so I made you one.”
“That was very thoughtful,” God responded, “and I loved your messenger. She was very helpful.”
“You like her that much, she’s yours,” he said. “I thought you could use her to help out with your little situation up on Earth.”
“Maybe you’re right,” God said, with a sudden idea forming in his head. “Thanks man,” he said and hung up.
He rushed home to find the creature he had dubbed “Angel.” She appeared the second he called her.
“Yes, Master,” she addressed him.
“I have a task for you,” he said. “I need you to go to Earth and find my son, Jesus. I believe that you can find him in Jerusalem. Tell him, under no condition is he allowed to get himself crucified.”
“Yes sir, she said, and took off in a rush of wind.
God returned to his office to continue his work of ruling the universe, but as soon as he arrived, he was greeted with unfortunate news.
“He went through with it,” his secretary said simply. “She couldn’t change his mind; he insisted on being their scapegoat.”
“What?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Sensing this, she gave him a small nod and said nothing else, leaving God alone, and there he stood, unable to breath or blink. Finally, after the second that felt like an eternity, he slowly turned into his office, and shut the door.

Answer 2

So, God and the devil are so close that God calls him "Stan"

Yeah, I think it is Job that you're talking about. God killed off Job's family and livestock, and burned his house down, to prove a point to Satan. It's ok, though, he got him a new family, which I'm sure was just the same.

Answer 3

Satan is a christian concept
Satanist hate god and Jesus so they have to believe in them ,
i dont get the joke are you sure that it was complete,
and i am still trying to figure out what the question is

Answer 4

This concept finds it's roots in the story of Enlil and Enki. Originally, Satan was man's adversary, not God's, and was workign for God.

Answer 5

I never thought of it like that,but it makes sense,really.I don't believe in God,either,but wouldn't it be cool if it were really like that(well,not for us because we would go to hell for not believing)and all the Christians were wrong and had to see that?Can you imagine the shock?If they weren't already dead,that would do it.

Answer 6

I think you are referring to God allowing Satan to test Job.

It is in the book of Job.

It is horrible that you are an Atheist, but if it makes feel better ...

Answer 7

Worship that Loonie-Toon and that i visit strengthen some hints with you. Any spell you earn from him would be broken by potential of me, devil is vulnerable. i'm stable so all of you bow right down to Loki!!!

Answer 8

possible ...
but ...
1 - satan knows he is serving god ..
2 - satan does not know he is serving god ..
1 or 2 is true ..

Answer 9

SATAN IS EVIL...
REMEMBER THAT...
HIS TEST WILL LEAD YOU TO HELL