I read of David’s heroics in battle and of his inner struggles that he had in life, and there is so much that I can identify with. I almost long to fiqht the same kinds of enemies that he wrote about; the evil men who attack, those who would mock and hurl insults at me, those who would seek to devour my flesh–if I were only born in an earlier century! Another time-when chivalry was not dead (or gasping for breath), when the sword-or the gun-was still mightier than most pens. I often think that that kind of life would be easier to live than my own. But here I sit on my Blessed Assurance and there is no enemy in sight. He is not there. Or is he? Rarely do I see him yet I often sense an ugly presence that I don’t like but is all-too familiar.
He is there because I let him in. He cannot be conqured by force and so whatever anger I should harbor remains benign. He attacks not my body but my faith; he doesn’t mock or insult me to my face but to my self-worth; he seeks not to devour my flesh but my soul. I think I may finally be getting it! My over-romanticized mind was on the look-out for the Enemy without when I was not guardinq my heart from the Enemy within.
I “RageForJesus” but sometimes only online while I leave Jesus hanging on the line.
I long for the time when I can once again feel the raw joy of salvation. Until then I will rely on the promises of the LORD and trust him. “The LORD is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his annointed one.” Psalm 28:8