I can feel it breathing down my neck. Sharp, horrible claws
attempting to grip me and sink deep down into my flesh. My heart cries out… “cling
to love, cling to love”. My attempts fall short. My anger flares while the offspring
of darkness crouches at the door in hopes of unleashing the choking tentacles
of hate.
My Savior, the Author of Love stands firm. His bold stance
towers at the door forbidding entrance to the darkness. Shield held up, helmet
hunkered down, sword waiting to slay the demon seeking to infuse the purity of
love. A love so pure it brought my soul life. What the enemy miscalculates is
Christ’s love coursing through my veins; my flesh is impenetrable- victory
already claimed. Past, present and future.
My heart gains sight as light breaks through the formidable
clouds forming. The demon of sin loses. Traction gone, footholds cast out. The
breathing behind me fades as the light exposes darkness. Hope bursts in radiant
light and the power of love binds up and casts the darkest darkness as far as
the east is from the west. It has no place near me.
Light and darkness both have power. One is stronger. One
holds warmth, the other coldness wrapped in the arms of fear. One boasts a love
full of pure knowledge in the wake of exposure coupled with affection while the
other, begets one of two things: knowledge with NO affection (our deepest fear
as created beings) or affection absent of knowledge… both lead to condemnation.
Condemnation … to be exposed, known, but not loved.
Which do I choose? Light or darkness? I prefer to bask in
the Glory of Light receiving the purest and most satisfying of love: I am
known, to my core, and still liked (affection). Love begets knowledge and affection. And it’s
beautiful.
What do I give? This question strikes into my core. I see my
inability to be a giver of such a love on my own accord. But Jesus, living in
me, is the Bestower of love through me; standing in the gap as a warrior
protecting me from the seeds of condemnation looking to take root in the soil
of my soul. He is not just my Guardian, He is also a beacon of light through
me, inviting those I would cast out to come. Come in and be loved through me…
despite our differences and disagreements. Christ is a unifier. He speaks loudly
in the language of love. A language uncommon, foreign, desperately searched
for, and holistically satisfying. What is your first language?
Allow light in, for from it darkness will flee. 1 John
3:11-24
A Post inspired by our Prayer Meeting this morning led by
Pastor Sam. Thank you Sam J
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