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 my resistance crumbling. I will be forced to bow before the enemy. My demise is coming. I throw the remnants of my tattered resistance between me and temptation. My hope shattered as my defenses are quickly cast aside. Temptation sweeps through my ranks. I can see them coming. Temptation charges, the rapture of victory growing all time. 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?