The armies of temptation are advancing quickly. They close in around me. My forces are dwindling. I can see the moment they will fail. I see the moment my resistance will crumble. Then I will be forced to bow before the enemy. The moment I fall is coming. I throw the remnants of my tattered resistance between me and temptation. My hope shattered as my defense is quickly cast aside. Temptation sweeps through my ranks. I can see the moment coming. Temptation charges, the rapture of victory growing at every moment. I can see the moment; it is soon to be at hand. They are yet vast in numbers. My ruin is before me, and temptation will strike no bargain. I am to be cast down. There is but one man left before me and temptation. There is no hope. The moment has come. The man puts his hand into the air. Temptation stops. All is quiet. They wait for the man to speak. He says only two words, “Leave here.” Temptation, at the pinnacle of its glory, turns and strides away from its victory. I am aghast at this thing I have just seen. Who is this man? Who is my savior? Who is my deliverer?