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a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Like Newborns on a Battlefield

Like Newborns on a Battlefield

We stand upon a battlefield, and our souls are under attack.

We do not see the dark forces with their weapons of hatred, jealousy, and doubt. We do not notice their advance upon us. They tend to advance surreptitiously like snipers in tall grass. 

Nor do we notice heavenly forces, arrayed in ferocious righteousness. Their battle cries do not register to our ears, and we do not see them meet the enemy midfield in a terrifying display of might. We do not watch as they slaughter the enemy on our behalf.

In the same way, it is hard to see the sin within us. Though we know that we don't do what we ought and we often do what we ought not, we do not see ourselves with clarity. Our soul sickness seems dormant while it destroys everything it can inside us.

Jesus died on the cross a long time ago. I wasn't there. Sometimes I wish I was, because that heinous event would not be something easily forgotten. It would mark my soul deeply and I could not remain for long without remembering it. But I wasn't, and it still happened. And though I cannot see it, my sins were nailed to that cross and fell upon the shoulders of the one perfect man to ever walk this earth.

Because of the nature of our consciousness, it is tempting to see only what's in front of our faces and call that reality. But there is another realm which we must consider, and it's every bit as real - perhaps even more so - than the physical realm. Even the nonbeliever believes in love and hope, and these clearly transcend biology and science and extend into another category yet to be understood. 

Because so much goes on outside our little bubbles of consciousness, we must cultivate discipline to bring ourselves to consider spiritual things. This is why, as a Christian, we must embrace the spiritual disciplines not as obligations but as opportunities to play in the sacred space of that which is real and yet unseen. I'm talking about prayer, church services, solitude, small groups, nature, and Scripture readings. Consider these access points to commune with God and his truth.

In many ways we are like newborns, fully alive yet with closed eyes. We are vulnerable. We do not understand much beyond our needs. But we are cared for. God crushes Satan's attempts to disqualify us or destroy us. He saves us from ourselves, too. There is just so much going on that we don't see. And that is why I am thankful to be a child of God. I can trust him to care for my soul and to fight battles for me even when I'm oblivious.

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. (Ephesians 6:12 ESV)

Praise God for his protection, especially when we can't see it.

 

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