Wednesday, March 2, 2011

How to Really Fight

Hearing the news, the ache of this world, I put up my fists, ready to fight.

A seed fell. Seeds fall everyday. Lives laid down for the sake of the gospel. Eternal impact yet never making the evening news. I dust off my pen and write, fight. Sending the news to as many as I know, writing to bring together a wave of prayers to cover and drench a momma and two children who need His strength, the strength the breath of our prayers lift.

The crazy ramblings of the world, clutched in sin's grasp. Violence. Innocence betrayed. We have all felt the sting of the insaneness, bow our heads, leak the tears, shake our fists. The enemy comes to steal, kill and destroy. How do I fight such.

In my simpleness, I believe that His Word holds the key to every situation, even ones such as these. Doesn't Jesus know. Wrapped in His words, His life, His love beckoning me to the pages. The ultimate fighter. I desire to learn from Him alone.

Jesus knows our heartache. My ache today with clenched fists. I lay down the gloves to pick up Him. His friend, his cousin, the prophet who knew Him best. Clad in simple clothes with honey and locust breath, John the Baptist knew Jesus. Their relationship ran deep. The only one who truly knew Jesus as Messiah.

John sits in prison, innocent of any sin. Then a party with a girl that dances for the men. The leader brags and flaunts his power telling her 'anything, I'll give it to you.' She asks for the head of Jesus' friend, John. It's delivered to her on a tray, mocking the stupidity of the reason he died.

Jesus knows. I follow Him through the pages. How did he fight? Hearing the news, he went away to be alone. I have been there, we all have. Wanting to be by ourselves to sort it out, to cry, to mourn. He was the same, fully human like me.

The only difference, a group clamored, followed him to his quiet place. How did he react. He took up his gloves and fought. He didn't rebuke them. He didn't scream from the depths of his need to tell them to simply go away. He met them. He healed them. He led them because he knew they were sheep without a shepherd. He fought the real enemy.

The drunken party guests and the flamboyant dancer, they didn't kill John. The enemy came to steal, kill and destroy. Jesus knew the real enemy. He took aim, and fought. He healed, destroying the enemy's works. He loved, a weapon to destroy all tactics of the thief. He taught the kingdom of God and seed took root in hearts, destroying any weeds planted.

To really fight, to wage war

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."

we realize the true enemy and take aim.


Jill Samter Photography said...

taking aim with you! stomping him under my feet! praising God for the power we have in His name to stand against the enemy daily in our lives!

hugs and love!

The Unknowngnome said...

Yes, you truely are fighting the good fight.

Heather said...

I really needed this post today. Somedays, since Momma passed away, I feel the enemy right at my doorsteps filling me with fear. I am still nervous about the finances with Momma gone, but God has been great and helping me. Thanks for the reminder to fight for Him.

Kelly L said...

Great post!

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Faith Imagined said...

I want to fight like Jesus! This is some awesome writing! I will be meditating on your words for the next couple of days. Thank you!

Lisa Vaughn said...

Thanks! Great posts

Hannah Marie said...

Awesome post glad you stopped by my blog that was nice!!!

Amy said...

Amen! I was unaware of this tragedy--will certainly join in prayer.

btw, thanks so much for visiting my place. Blessings to you.

Melissa said...

Thank you for this beautiful post! You are such an insperation, I love your heart and writing style. Your blog is truly one of my favorites!

Thank you for your kind words on my blog today, and thank you for your prayers- they mean so much!

God bless you! thnk you so much for your blog!



suzy said...

Yes the true enemy often lies hidden and disguised.
Thank you for this powerful post!

Julie said...

Sarah, first I want to thank you for stopping by and visiting my blog! I love meeting new friends!!!

You will have to let me know how your boys like Laundry Basketball!

Blessings to you and yours!

Jenny said...

Great Post!! I'm a new follower!

Brook said...

I am thankful you dropped by my blog and left such an encouraging comment! Praise God. It is very nice to "meet" you. What a heartfelt post this is. Thank you for sharing your heart. I look forward to reading more.

Kindest regards,

lioneagle said...

Hi Sarah -

Our Lord led me here today. Wow!
I know one reason why. I am struck by how similar your post here is to the one that I posted yesterday. Glory to GOD!

Thank you for sharing this "fight" message. It sure gave me more punch.

God reward your faithfulness, dear sister in Christ.

Rebecca said...

I am so thankful you stopped by and left a comment. My heart skipped a beat as I read your post. I attended a retreat over the weekend...and it has melted my soul. I heard God as I never have....through pain and heart ache, I have kept him a safe love sitting on his lap!

Your sweet words.....have hit me....and blessed me and I hear his voice...and see...he brought you to my blog...your sweet comments, when he knew...I would hear more.

I host a link on Wednesdays....with another friend. We would love for you to stop by. It is called Mustard Seed Planting...encouraging others to meditate or memorize scripture. Would be honored for you to just stop by.....this seed....resonates through the words I read in your post!


Kara said...

Sarah--I'm just now getting a chance to come visit your "place"...I can see that you do understand. Thanks for stopping by...