A raucous scene, a battlefield, contention on every side. Bodies throw against one another. Who but who will surrender? Who will stand?
And there in the midst of it all, one stands, a solace surrounding him. In the chaos, the quiet abides with him. Soon they notice, the tranquil site on the battlefield.
He holds a sword, but this will not stop them from tempting him.
I have often imagine myself, in a complete suit of armour, walking slowly along the seashore, the sea air clean and clear, in the shadow of my Father. His peace quietens me, but still I hold in my hand the sword ready to fight.
Simply holding a sword on a battlefield will not fend off opposition, it certainly won’t win the war. And like this man, sword in hand, we cannot simply have the Gospel and persevere. At all times we must use the Gospel, put it to use as shield, armour and weapon.
It is the good fight of faith.
1 corinthians 15:1 – 3
Even in trials and tribulations, may God continue to renew in our hearts, the Good News of the Gospel and a revelation of Himself, that we may continue to stand and persevere in Jesus name amen.
Peace & Love
‘God’s word is alive and working and is sharper than a double-edged sword. It cuts all the way into us, where the soul and spirit are joined, to the center of our joints and bones. And it judges the thoughts and feelings in our hearts. Nothing in all the world can be hidden from God. Everything is clear and lies open before him, and to him we must explain the way we have lived.’ Hebrews 4:12 – 13 (WEB)
Have mercy on me Father,
For my flesh hungers for destruction,
Battle ah go between the spirit and the flesh
Today one wins, yesterday the other prevailed
Meaningless are the battles, so long as the war is God’s
Redeemer fight for me, because I fear I am too weak
I ask and plead for strength
Because this loneliness is one never experienced before
And my flesh cries out in desolation
My spirit whimpers, as I lust and want
Not as wanting itself would want
What paradox am I, what contradiction
That God the creator of love’s love should not be enough?
So I wipe away my tears again
I repent again
And I prepare for battle again, because so long as we are on this earth,
The flesh will persist in trying
So the spirit likewise must not surrender
Pray watchfully , do not sleep
Only to wake up in sin.
I’ll take your slander in my stride
I won’t crumble inside
No, there won’t be shrapnel for you to keep a souvenir
And I was a fool in lust
I will be humble in love
How sweet was the bitter tasting sin?
A snare misconstrued for a smile
I’ll just go home this time
No, when you return I won’t be nervously waiting
No soldier waits idly for battle,
No man waits for death
I’m putting on my armour,
How will I die when I serve the living word?