Behind Enemy Lines
I don't see a demon behind every rock or bush. But I am aware that we are living behind enemy lines. And the enemy does not want a message of hope and freedom to gain any traction.
Tuesday, after the program, I wasn't feeling well and decided to take a nap. About six hours later I finally got up because I HAD TO GET UP, if you know what I mean. A flu bug, food poisoning—I don't know, but I had little strength to get out of bed and go to work.
Which caused me to think of how fragile we really are. As Rich Mullins sang, we are not as strong as we think we are. Bacteria can fell us. We are weak, vulnerable creatures at best.
Others in the family faced trials. Last night, Andrea despaired. She's worked so hard and feels like there's very little to show for all that work.
That's when I put things together. Despair can sometimes signal an attack. It makes you want to stop, retreat, or just give up. But an attack means you're on to something good. An attack means you're beating back the enemy of our souls.
Perhaps it's because I've been talking about marriage and trying to give hope to those who have little. Yesterday, I spoke with Janet Parshall about the book, A Marriage Carol, and a woman named Chris called in tears, her marriage in tatters. She can't trust her husband any longer because of a Facebook romance. How does she move forward?
I'm not sure I gave a good answer, but I spoke from the heart. I tried to point her to the one who is in the restoration business. The one who calls the dead back to life. Pray for Chris and her husband. Pray for those around you who are struggling with their marriages, especially church leaders. They are surely under attack.
I'm still not at full strength. Haven't eaten anything in two days and have no desire to eat anything for the rest of my life. But I probably will because I know I need my strength to do whatever God calls me to do. May he give us the grace to live behind enemy lines today.
Tuesday, after the program, I wasn't feeling well and decided to take a nap. About six hours later I finally got up because I HAD TO GET UP, if you know what I mean. A flu bug, food poisoning—I don't know, but I had little strength to get out of bed and go to work.
Which caused me to think of how fragile we really are. As Rich Mullins sang, we are not as strong as we think we are. Bacteria can fell us. We are weak, vulnerable creatures at best.
Others in the family faced trials. Last night, Andrea despaired. She's worked so hard and feels like there's very little to show for all that work.
That's when I put things together. Despair can sometimes signal an attack. It makes you want to stop, retreat, or just give up. But an attack means you're on to something good. An attack means you're beating back the enemy of our souls.
Perhaps it's because I've been talking about marriage and trying to give hope to those who have little. Yesterday, I spoke with Janet Parshall about the book, A Marriage Carol, and a woman named Chris called in tears, her marriage in tatters. She can't trust her husband any longer because of a Facebook romance. How does she move forward?
I'm not sure I gave a good answer, but I spoke from the heart. I tried to point her to the one who is in the restoration business. The one who calls the dead back to life. Pray for Chris and her husband. Pray for those around you who are struggling with their marriages, especially church leaders. They are surely under attack.
I'm still not at full strength. Haven't eaten anything in two days and have no desire to eat anything for the rest of my life. But I probably will because I know I need my strength to do whatever God calls me to do. May he give us the grace to live behind enemy lines today.
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