“Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.” (Ephesians 6:13-18)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Sometimes I feel as if I’m battling giants.
I wish I could grab a slingshot and knock them out with a boulder to the head.
But the problem is that the giants aren’t approaching me from afar; the battleground is within. Those giants are sneakier and harder to deal with than the external kind.
Maybe I could just grab a boulder and smash my own head in. I’d like to every now and then. Just tell everybody in there to SHUT UP.
Too bad it’s not that easy.
I know I’ve got to suit up and get ready for battle. Because if I don’t fight the giants, I’ll become their slave. I’ve got to do it the right way, with the right weapons, or face certain defeat. The giants are bigger than I am. They’re bullies. And they don’t fight fair. They use espionage, infiltration, and psychological warfare. They whisper lies. They break the Geneva Convention. They even resort to torture, isolation, and brainwashing techniques.
Little ole me is no match for them without my magic armor. I feel weak, small, worn-out, beat up. Tired of fighting, but not willing to accept defeat. Sick of hiding out in trenches, cold and hungry.
So I drag my weary old bones over to the magic sword and gingerly take it up into my hands. Instantly, I feel stronger. Because of that, I’m able to pick up the heavy shield. Eventually, I get all… or at least most of it… on me.
Still trembling a little, I head out to do battle. Feeling small and alone.
Facing the giants, I do not see the thousands of battalions behind me, covering my back.
I believe that most of us face giants at one time or another. Giants of habitual sin or fear or depression or despair. Monsters of memory or anger or unforgiveness or addiction or self-loathing. Unhealthy thought patterns, low self-esteem, or pride. Fantasies, compulsions, negativity, judgmentalism, legalism. The bellowing loud voices of these giants try to keep us from being truly free. If you are battling any of these… or others… know that you are not alone.
How do you battle your giants? How can we help each other?