But even the archangel Michael, when he was disputing with the devil about the body of Moses, did not dare to bring a slanderous accusation against him, but said, “The Lord rebuke you!” –Jude 9, NIV
We have to get rid of ourselves and of everything we know. Yes, even of those little things we love that tickles our fancy, but what has to be done has to be done. (This goes for me too, I’m the one writing this.) And getting rid of ourselves is way worse than fighting with the Devil, the Enemy…Satan.
Okay, talking about Satan is awkward-totally awkward. But sooner or later, we have to understand that resisting him doesn’t come from our own strengths. We don’t fight against flesh nor blood, so it’s pointless to wage war against things that we see, like friends, family, enemies, (and that one person on your class that you really want to wring his/her neck on your hands because of…Never mind…)
We fight against the things unseen, those pleasures that can cost us our lives and drag us to Hell. We fight against the currents of this world, striving to be renewed in all ways, shapes, or forms. We have a shield, a God-given shield that protects us in our minds, our hands, our feet, our shield and our heart. We know what’s right, what’s wrong, and what’s right over wrong.
Unfortunately, I find it sorta hard to stop rebuking everything. The enemy has been defeated, and I listen to these daemon-beatdowns that aren’t even to be taken in place. Yes, we have to fear that our souls aren’t taken to where they shouldn’t be, but isn’t it obvious that we’re free? God gaves us self control –Lord, please give me the strengths to resist the Temptor and win this battle for Your glory.
“Resist the devil, and he will flee from you”, says the second part of James 4:7. More than self-explanatory, this will bring us closer to God.
Oh, next Monday is all about forgiveness and purity. Let’s see how that works out…
Now that it’s Halloween, I guess it would be appropriate if I would write something about it sometime over the week-Sunday, maybe. I don’t know, maybe I’ll plan something…
Blessings from Puerto Rico, and your cristino preferido,
José E.