"Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil."
When I was in elementary school during my Physical education class there was this game. A game I despised! It was the bane of my existence. Every year for a whole six week period we were meant to play this game with all the excitement and exuberance one could muster. I had nothing!
Let me introduce you, "Dodgeball". Now the word "game" to me means fun, enticing, pleasurable. "Dodgeball" held none of that for me, it was worrisome, dreadful, painful, nerve-racking. I truly hated P.E. during those six weeks.
First of all we were led into the gymnasium like a herd of baby calves and divided into two groups of about thirty or so kids each. The teams were assigned a side of the gym that would be our "battlefield" and given six smallish red balls (which when thrown directly at you looked like ballistic missiles of flaming balls of fire) (and felt like it when one pelted the side of your leg or arm or, heaven forbid, your face).
It was quite obvious most of the boys thrived on this horrific amusement. They swelled with energy and enthusiasm as we were to spread out (arms length apart) and ready ourselves for war. I tended to quietly and calmly find my spot in the very back. As soon as the whistle blew all out pandamonium began. There were certain boys who would confidently run and grab all the balls and just start pelting whoever was in range. They didn't care who or what got in their way as long as they were the last one standing. They were relentless!
I would run and hide behind others as long as the "others" were still in the game for me to hide behind, but eventually there would be no one but me and the would be attacker. And when I was locked in his vision he had no mercy. The weapon was launched and I would soon be carrying my wounded body part off the field. He...would throw his arms up in the air and celebrate his victory (eye roll).
"For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood but against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand." (Eph. 6:12,13)
We must gird ourselves with truth, righteousness and the gospel of peace. Placing our shield of faith in front of us to protect us from the fiery darts of the wicked one. Holding tight to our helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit (Word of God); praying always and being watchful to the very end.
This world is our battlefield. When we are prepared as scripture tells us to be we can stand boldly and be strong in the Lord, knowing that any weapons (life setbacks) that come against us may leave battle scars but, no need to fret, the war has already been won. Hallelujah!
I love you & He loves you more!
Lord, You are our mighty Warrior! May we be mindful to dress in our battle clothes everyday and stand. Amen.