Sometimes it feels as though we do nothing but battle. We wrestle, we struggle, and we fight. Ephesians 6:12 tells us this exact thing; โ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ Some translations use battle, fight, or wrestle.
Interestingly, this verse is not sounding an alarm; itโs not a clarion call announcing a call to arms, but a statement, a declaration that we are already in this battle. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ด, ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐โ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐บ๐.
I had a picture of an intense battleground, bombs were exploding everywhere you looked, snipers were in the trees and there were ambushes hidden around the corner. And there, walking among the flowers, was a person who looked like they were on a Sunday stroll. Stopping to pick flowers, oblivious to that which was going on around. It made me want to shout, to shake the stroller and say, โ๐๐ข๐ฏโ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ! ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ!โ All I could think was, โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต!โ
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐๐น๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐, ๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ.
The surest way to lose a battle is to pretend it doesnโt exist. In 2 Corinthians 2:11, as Paul talks about forgiving one another, he says, โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.โ The devil schemes, he plots, and he plans and his conspiracies are not ones for your good, they are to kill you, like a lion to devour you. (1 Peter 5:8)
I feel we must put a BUT GOD moment in here! But God has equipped us, has given us armor, has advised us of the battle plan. We are fighting a battle that we will win! The Holy Spirit was sent to us to be our guide, He helps us in our weakness and leads us in all truth. Godโs Word illuminates our path, equips us for battle. Our worship to the LORD conquers even the fiercest of enemies. And prayer, oh prayer, Karl Barth put it this way; โ๐๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฑ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ.โ ![]()
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