05 May The War of Words and the Gospel
In a sermon last week we were challenged to think of times when God did something in our lives that only he could do. Then we were urged to pick up a rock as a reminder. The moment God called me to surrender my life to Him in January of 1985 was my first stone in the Jordan, the first big miracle in my life. As I look back at who I was then and who God has shaped me to be now, I am humbled and amazed that the Gospel continues to change my heart and my life. 2 Corinthians 10: 4-5 says this: “For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh, but have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ.”
God created me to be a warrior. I have been a fighter since I can remember. And the thing is, God continues to change me – changes who and what I fight for. I used to fight primarily for my own security and safety. I could use my words to win every battle, and put others in their place. My husband used to say that I could slice him to pieces in two minutes with my words. But God continues to do a work in my life that only he could do. God reminds me that because of the Gospel my words have divine power to bring life, and Gospel truth to me and to others. The arguments and opinions that fill my thoughts eventually come out in words. As God destroys the strongholds of pride, self-protection, security and safety, he opens my eyes to see the spiritual warfare behind my selfish arguments. The lie that “I have to take care of and protect myself” has been blown up, and taken captive by the truth of the Gospel. So when confronted with the battles, the Spirit reminds me that I am called to fight against the spiritual darkness for the glory of God in my own life and the lives of others. And the majority of that battle is in prayer, a battle that is bloody and exhausting. Using my words as a weapon to pray scripture has become habit, which means my words are weapons for God’s kingdom, not my own. As the Gospel grows in my life, God’s kingdom becomes bigger and my kingdom shrinks. I actually have a sword at home that I swing when the battle is intense, to slice the enemy, rather than my husband, to pieces. Yes, there are still plenty of times I use my words as selfish weapons, and almost in the middle of them I hear the spirit remind me of the truth that my kingdom is not worth fighting for, but God’s kingdom is. I know I will fight this battle till my last breath, because it is a battle in a war that has already been won by my Savior on the cross!