I had a conversation with a friend tonight, and it reminded me, as I should always be reminded, that the devil doesn't come with a neon sign, flashing: "i'm the devil, beware! Watch out. I'm here to ruin your day!" Nope. He's crafty, smooth, friendly, appealing . . . He talks a great game, and he'll do anything, say anything, be anything to win. He attacks in ways that we're never looking for, and has an uncanny ability to use our insecurities, or our over-securities to attack. So the defense then becomes the prayer that the Spirit would constantly be…