It was my conclusion, after attending Bible study, that I must report for duty as an officer for God to uphold and enforce His universal law. So, I pinned on my golden cross, put on my helmet of salvation and pulled out my holy radar. Detecting the motives of hearts that raced along doing what seemed to be good works, I would chase them down, point out their offences and give them my pink ticket of disapproval.
Sentenced to pay the consequences of judgment from God until evidence of their sincere repentance was clearly seen, my inmates would do their time until all their debts were paid. No longer would they be privileged to roam the isles of the church without careful monitoring, for they were not “righteous” enough anymore. They were on the path of destruction and I was there to keep watch, for I was God’s Holy Cop.
From my perspective, it was my God-given duty to handcuff offenders, escort them to the door and make sure that they were removed from God’s holy society so that others would see that this type of behavior would not be tolerated among the saints, especially my loved ones.
I loved writing up reports for God. He needed to know about these perverted acts so He could punish them!! Everyone else needed to know of these failures so they wouldn’t fall into the hands of the Almighty Law. I warned the people, “Don’t get caught in disobedience or I will have to haul you in and lock you up to await God’s discipline and wrath!”
Every now and then, one would resist arrest and I would have to get tough. The Sword of the Spirit came in awfully handy when an attitude adjustment was necessary. At times, I had no other choice but to bring out the belt of truth and save God the trouble of disciplining His own.
I was God’s own personal cop, His professional demon hunter, ready for action at any time, day or night, 24-7. Sometimes, I would even hide out and wait for someone to slip by with any small discrepancy so I could meet my quota for the month. Didn’t take me long to track them down with helicopters and flashing lights exposing their sins to all who dared to look.
I enjoyed doing God’s work .He needed me here on earth enforcing His laws, to protect and to serve. He needed my spotlight to shine on deeds done in the dark….didn’t He?? ‘Til one night God’s spotlight fell on me. His voice in my heart was as loud as a siren, “It is not your job to judge! It is your job is to love.”
But I wanted action. I wanted to be a warrior, saving people from their horrible choices! Love just seemed so…easy.
God was insistent, so I reluctantly gave in to His job description. Instead of hunting demons, God instructed me to hunt for the brokenhearted. Spotlights were only meant to shine on the goodness of others. He trained me to use forgiveness as my greatest weapon against evil forces. He said, “You want action? I’ll give you action. Actions of love, got that officer?” “Yes Sir!” I saluted Him.
My radar was rewired to detect grieving and lost souls. Handcuffs were exchanged for the power of mercy. Reports of sin were replaced with words of encouragement.
On the front line of duty, I am ready to report for quests I could never attempt on my own. The greatest challenges await my newfound strategies. Now, the hunt is on!
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