Wednesday, May 5, 2010


It's been a bad day.  A seriously bad day.  A bad day in a bad week.  I won't go into details, since most of the story is not mine to tell, but let me just say this.  I believe in the presence of Satan in this world.  I believe he roams about looking for ways to undermine our faith, our hope, our very lives.  Our eternal lives, as well.  And I am certain he is hard at work in more ways than most of us give him credit for.

However, I also would rather spend my time facing the light that brings hope, gives life, and is the very Light of Lights--God Himself, particularly God who became Incarnate--than in turning around and facing the utter black hole of evil that is the enemy.  That is, rather than looking for him, seeking him, prying up every rock, every dark spot in my life to discover the work of the enemy, I'd rather speak the Name of Jesus while gazing at Him, and let Him do the work of prying up those rocks and dark holes for me.  It just makes more sense to me, given that He is God, all-powerful, all-knowing, and already defeated this enemy once and for all anyway, and only needs to be present in order to remind the little weasel of that defeat--that resurrection defeat, Hallelujah!  Left to my own devices, I am fair game to the snarky little rat, and the best thing I can do is admit it.  Admit that I am unequal to his sneaky ploys, Eve in the Garden (so to speak).  But also admit that--Hallelujah, again!--I am not left to my own devices.  "I will never leave you or forsake you," I'm told.  HA!  Take that, you slimy deceiver.  "You are not your own," I've been told.  I've been bought with the blood of the crucified Incarnate.  God Himself bought me.  So HA, again, wormwood, you can't have me. 

I need to remind myself of this today, because sometimes, even when I don't go looking for enemy rocks to turn over, they come rushing to meet me.  This has been such a time.  And so I stand on the word of the living God that says, "Greater is He who is in you than He who is in the world."  For myself, my family, I stand on these words. 

We can, you know.  We can trust the words of Jesus.  And sometimes, when the dark holes crowd so tightly, and it's all we can do to simply speak His name, we can be comforted by the fact that His name is enough.  Jesus.  His name is enough.  Say it with me: Jesus.  Jesus.  Yes, His name is enough.

PS. One small moment from the last 24 hours:  as I listened to a doctor ask questions last night, I realized that had one of those questions been directed at me, I'd have been diagnosed with a mental illness.  The question? 
"Do you believe you can talk to God and that He talks to you?"

I do believe this.

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