It is late. Sleep evades me like a thief on the run from the police. I sit alone with God, my thoughts, and this computer as my companions. Several steps behind me, on the other side of the wall, Brenda lies asleep under the warm covers. The thermometer on this computer tells me is a chilly 47-degree Faren Height outside.
The trials abound. Satan has unleashed a torrent of fiery darts in our direction. We hide safely and securely behind the shield of faith. This shield of faith is well worn. Battered and dinged from decades in many battles. The paint is chipped. It is dented from continual assaults. This shield of faith has protected us over and over again. We have been the object of the devil's fury on more than one occasion. We plan to be there again and again. We do not fear him. We understand he is a formidable foe. I can almost hear the arrows hitting one after the other. They are meant to explode in incendiary fire. God through faith extinguishes every single one of them. We are battle weary but unharmed.
I dare not peek around the edge. I content myself to march behind the shield. Inching forward with the shield in one hand and the sword of the Lord, which is the word of God, in the other. The going is slow. The road is treacherous. It is a battlefield. Our adversary will not give up one inch of territory without a life and death fight. The victory is secured through the death and resurrection of Jesus. Many lay slain around me. They were easy prey without the protection of the shield of faith. Onward we go to gain the upward prize of the high call of God. There is holy ground to be possessed. Inch by inch to be possessed through prayer.
The enemy is formidable. His demon legions amass in battle formation. It appears that we are outnumbered. Outflanked. Outmatched. Yet the banner that flies over us is Jesus. He is a mighty warrior. A seasoned champion. A conquering King. We rely on Him. This fight is not for the faint of heart. It is a battle of two opposing forces. A clash of wills. Which will prevail? God and His causes or Satan and his sinister schemes.
Church we are in a war and not on a picnic. The stakes are high. They could not be higher in that the souls and eternal destination of the masses hangs in the balance. The enemy advances while we play instead of pray. Evil rules the day while we entertain ourselves to sleep. Freedoms are lost while we hide in the bunkers of our comfort zones instead of putting on the armor and getting in the fight. We must resist evil. To withstand the wicked schemes of Satan. To fight as hard as any soldier on a battlefield.
Inching forward with grim resolve. Trusting God behind the shield of faith for every foot advanced. Our Commander in Chief calls us to fight the good fight. May we not retreat in cowardice, but advance courageously to take back ground stolen from us for the glory of our King. Those are my thoughts in this midnight hour. May God grant us to live and fight another day.
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