There is a jackhammer outside the office window, relentlessly pounding the faithful, unsuspecting concrete steps. Fast repetitive, concentrated jabs accomplish the mission. Finally, silence. There lies the victim, once solid and purposeful, now demolished and left to lie in scattered, jagged chunks.
There is a woodpecker outside the bedroom window, tirelessly pecking at the thick bark of the beloved, stately old oak. Focused and persistent hammerings echo, day by day by day. Finally, quiet. There stands the victim, once whole and healthy, now scarred and invaded. Within her heart now rests the enemy. He found her weak spot, and occupation is complete.
There is a snake outside the back gate, secretly stalking, winsomely winding, a silent shadow moving into the established grounds of the garden. Surreptitiously, he approaches between the deep rooted perennials, closer, closer, ever closer. Finally, attack! There lies the victim, once so joyfully seeding, tirelessly weeding; now punctured and bleeding, surrendered, defeated.
Like an unseen leak consistently they drip,
Believers, are we listening? Our hold is slipping. Pastors, are you standing? The scales are tipping.
A pernicious poison is quietly seeping into the Kingdom that is in our keeping.
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