I used to be tough…really tough. Like college-field-hockey, run-’til-you-puke, mens’-push-ups kind of tough. Yeah- I used to have a unstoppable drive and a quiet-but-fierce determination that showed up in every part of my life.
But I’ve not been myself lately. Over the past few months, I’ve gotten lazy, apathetic, and weak… especially spiritually.
I don’t know how exactly when it started, but I fell into some bad habits and the enemy pounced.
Yes, my soul needs some preaching.
I don’t mean the air-conditioned, mild-mannered, even-keeled, eyes-closed-while-head’s-nodding kind of preaching. I’m in bad shape, and I need something more powerful.
I need the sweat-dripping, foot-stomping, pounding, humming, hallelujah kind of preaching.
And I have a feeling your soul might need a little fire and brimstone, too.
I see you, friends. Your emotional health is withering and you’ve given the enemy free reign over your thought life.
I see you limping around. Your marriage is hanging on by a thread, so you roll over the same way every night and believe that things can never change.
I see you in the ditches. Your kids are anxious and you cry yourself to sleep, leaving them alone in the dark.
I’m ready for change. You with me?
It’s time to stop hiding, crying, and conceding. If we want things to change, we better do something different: maybe shout when we usually bite our lip, stand when we usually sit, or raise our hands when we usually fold them in our laps.
It’s definitely time to pay attention to the spiritual battle that’s raging within and all around us. No- correction: the spiritual battle that’s having a picnic on the lawn of our soul– because we’ve left the gate wide open and forgotten how to fight back.
Let’s be honest. You and I have become just what the enemy prefers: predictable, hand-wringing, cowering, wimps.
And I’m pissed-off about the whole thing.
I’m going to let that slow anger burn deep inside me. This is not a foolish madness that throws elbows or mouths off. It’s the intelligent, controlled kind that’s determined to glorify the One who’s already won the fight that the devil keeps picking.
It’s the adamant anger of an athlete who’s determined to prove that he doesn’t belong on the bench.
It’s the focused fury of a momma who gets in the face of a playground predator.
It’s the righteous wrath of a daughter of the King who’s sick and tired of being treated like a prisoner of war.
Can I get a witness?
Yes, you have an enemy, but we all know that he can’t destroy you. He can’t. However, he sure can toy with your mind, run you in a ditch, and convince you to shoot yourself in the foot.
God wouldn’t have issued you armor if you didn’t need it, so pull it out from under your bed, dust it off, and cinch it tight every morning.
Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. Ephesians 6:11
You have victory in Jesus, yet you spend your day hunched over and whispering. Remember, you know the Person that makes your enemy tremble, so stand tall during the day and shout His strong name into the darkness every night. That’s what winners do, friend.
…but thanks be to God who gives us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. 1 Corinthians 15:57
God has given you His word. You pencil it into your journal, cross-stitch it onto a pillow, and design it fancy on an image for Facebook… but then you leave it lie. Friends, in His word, we have a double-edged sword, so take it up.
Sit your soul down in the pew and preach it fiery until you can feel the weight of the blade cut through the darkness. Pound it in with a sweaty fist until your soul stands and shouts an AMEN.
…and the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God. Ephesians 6:17
Let’s make 2015 the year we find our voice and our strength once again. Hmmmm… yes, Lord.
Let’s claim our territory, and take captive our thoughts. Take them captive. Help me, Jesus.
Let’s stomp our feet and remind the enemy of where his slimy head ends up at the end of this fight… Hallelujah!
Brothers and sisters, he’s got no power here. Pound Let’s remember. Pound Let’s remind each other. Pound
My fellow soldiers, Jesus does not need us to fight. We need us to fight. It’s good for us. It makes us strong, focused, and keeps us from having to walk with a limp.
You have the armor, the sword, the victory, and the Savior who’s behind them all. Now preach it to yourself… and don’t stop.
Can I get an amen?
Leave no unguarded place, no weakness of the soul;
Take every virtue, every grace, and fortify the whole.
That having all things done, and all your conflicts past,
Ye may o’er-come through Christ alone and stand complete at last.
Soldiers of Christ Arise, Verse 3