Fellow Residents of Cyberspace,
Welcome to the battlefield. An established adversary walks among us, with tangible artillery and a concrete course of action. Neutral ground does not exist. It is time for war.
In this life there are but two options: to stand your ground and fight or to lay down your weapons and surrender yourself into the hands of the enemy. We are summoned to the battlegrounds, called to be soldiers. Like any good warrior we must express allegiance to the cause in which we are enlisted.
A man who clings to something will not fall, therefore we must hold fast to faith as if our very life depends upon it, which in fact it does. The moment we loosen our grip and let go is the moment we are truly lost.
Faith is the ballast of the soul, ever-sure and unwaveringly steadfast. The manifestation of hope is only possible through faith, and a life without the promise of hope is a life without purpose. Hope abides in faith while simultaneously stimulating conviction and serves as the basis of our fearless confession.
My mom carries a special burden for the persecuted church. She recognizes that religious persecution is not just a thing of the past but a present reality. She has made it a point to educate her children on the plight of those around the world who are on the front lines in the battle against spiritual darkness.
I am in awe of the sheer power and magnitude of hope and courage exuded by those determined to live and die in truth, willing to bear every hardship and abhor all shame. Those with the audacity to stand up to the enemy, confessing with full assurance the faith of which their hope is founded, trusting not in the predicaments but in the promises of life.
These brave souls live among the darkness of a deluge of violence, death, destruction and unimaginable sufferings. And yet they seek to discover a greater purpose within the pain, never failing to find a wellspring of peace amid the chaotic frenzy of their daily lives. In the midst of the storm they stand tall and firm because they humble themselves before the mighty King. They welcome desolation with placidity viewing their pain as Christ’s gain.
These soldiers for Christ cling to Him for the strength to adhere to the cause without wavering, knowing full well that everything He has professed He will indeed accomplish. They willingly suffer, even unto death, binding their testimonies with the spilling of their blood.
The legacies of these mighty warriors inspire me to take heart and strive to be counted among the righteous. The war is already won, but the battle has just begun.
For more information on the persecuted church be sure to check out my mom’s blog: http://seedsofthechurch.wordpress.com/.
Next week I’ll discuss embracing a heart of passion.
Until Next Week,
May You Live Each Moment As If It’s Your Last,
Weekly Reflections: (Disclaimer: The great depths of my sorrow can only be justly compared to the impressive heights of my joy. If you stay tuned in long enough you’ll begin to see the silver ray of hope in even the darkest of my reflections.)
When Faith’s a Child
To die is gain,
For truth one’s slain.
When faith’s a child,
So great the cost,
To save what’s lost.
In love’s pure form,
It calms the storm.
A selfless act,
Keeps hope intact.
To share a tear,
In silence pray,
Drown out the fray.
Cling to what’s true,
As He guides you.
Verse Of The Week:
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. – Hebrews 10:23
What I’m Reading:
Gone by Michael Grant.