Tagged: spiritual battle

You must not say, ‘No, we will not stay. Instead we will go and live in the land of Egypt where we will not face war, or hear the enemy’s trumpet calls, or starve for lack of food.’ Jeremiah 42:14 John Mark Comer reminds us that the Bible does not tell an ideal story of humans. It tells the real story. Humans as they are, broken, sinful, wanting to escape the consequences of their actions. How refreshing. Real people with real problems, real humanity in need of a real Savior. The Israelites were living under siege. The king of Babylon was bearing down and capture was imminent. Day and night, the sounds of war struck terror in their hearts, punctuated by the alarming sound of… Read More

For our grown-up warrior, who helped us hear the sound of feet running.  Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.  James 4:7-8 Some said we were living near the very gates of the enemy. Deep in the heart of the ancient walled city was an old mosque, made famous over the centuries by the pilgrims who journeyed there to ask Allah to open their barren wombs. Through ornate iron gates I could see thousands of colored strips of cloth, a flickering ticker-tape parade of faith and magic mixed with Islamic prayers. The spiritual darkness was suffocating at times. Even the local people warned us of the power… Read More

for SW For forty days the Philistine came forward and took his stand, morning and evening (1 Samuel 17:16). Dear One,  The battle seems relentless. The attacks are cruel and unfair. You don’t want to ask, but you must ask, Why does God let it go on? Where is the victory? I see your shoulders drooped low with weariness. You have fought long.  And those hands. Strong hands, loving hands, serving hands. Hands that washed feet, hands that helped young men stand taller, hands that held the hands of widows and orphans, offering help and comfort. Hands that have delivered babies in the middle of the bush country where there was no doctor. Hands that have scooped up sand from a riverbed and loaded it… Read More