I had a strange dream the other night – we fought the enemy with bow and arrows, drank rainwater from cup-shaped rocks (if we were lucky enough to find them), and slept under the bed in 20-min shifts. In this relentless battle, our families, friends, neighbors, even our children harnessed bows and arrows to fight around the clock. I woke up feeling both uplifted and disturbed. Uplifted because we fought together, disturbed because there was no peace, no end in sight.
Tonight we will eat chili with Fritos and watch another epic battle – the Superbowl. It’s just a game of course. As a Dallas Cowboys fan I’m not terribly invested, and quite honestly I’m more excited about the friends and food. But when this Superbowl ends (and it will, as all games must), there will be always another sport or another team to get us cheering.
Someday the epic battle of our lives will also end. But if you are reading this – if you’re still breathing and conscious – your battle is not yet over. Every minute of every day we fight against our own selfishness and pride, while an enemy fires darts at your soul, spirit, mind, and emotions. There’s no break in the battle – once you take off your armor for a breather then watch out!
It’s a spiritual battle, with the highest of stakes. Loved ones will fall, you and I may be wounded, blood spills daily and we trip over the carnage of this war with our battle-torn shoes.
Are you fighting? Do you even know we’re at war?
It’s almost over, you know.
“Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak…. Are you still sleeping and resting? Look, the hour is near… But I say to all of you: In the future you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.” Matthew 26:41,45, 64.