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The minute I stepped on the battlefield I could hear the demons screaming. I was more than ready to enter the fray, kick some devil booty, and get my crown. My sword of the spirit was as sharp as anybody’s. My shield of faith was impenetrable. Come on, spiritual weanies, just try and get under my breastplate of righteousness!
Ha! And Charge!
Well, that’s the way I would have liked it to begin. Actually, I entered the fray kind of hesitantly, actually fearing the big things God might bring my way. My first move did not look like the charge of Holy Light Brigade. It was a small prayer mumbled while my face was buried in my prayer closet carpet.
“Um. Use me today, Lord. I surrender, as much as I can. Amen.”
My first battle was with the prayer closet door latch. With only 5 minutes to eat breakfast and grab my battle gear for the day, I was stuck behind a stubborn folding door. I pulled, I yanked, I pushed, and I rebuked it as hard as I could without abusing the Lord’s name, and it opened. Whew!
My next battle was in traffic. It was a rainy morning with cars sliding this way and that, and at least one jerk skiding into my lane to take the tiny space between me and the car in front of me. I whipped out my sword and swung it at him as hard as I could.
"Lord, bless that driver with a flat tire or something, so he can sit on the side of the road and repent from his evil driving.”
I felt good about that one.
Then, walking into work I noticed a stain on my tie. A suddenly visible coffee spill from my battle to get out of the house would now be visible to every client I would see today. Good thing I had an clean tie left over from yesterday’s battle in my top desk drawer. Did I really bring two ties to work yesterday? I don‘t know, but I did a little rejoicing jig around my desk anyway as I slipped on the tie.
And believe it or not, blessing was mine the rest of the day. I sold 5 out of 7 clients I schmoozed, and signed 4 contracts. Yes! The warrior was knockin’ ‘em out today! Praise God! When my boss called me I wondered how much better it could get, except that he rebuked me for giving some wrong information to one of my clients. I had to humble myself and make a depressing phone call. Adjust my sales to 4 out of 7. Eww, Devil got me there.
The day was almost over and I was feeling pretty good when I noticed Alicia, the bosses secretary, rubbing her forehead. Ah ha! I was good a praying for headaches.
“Wanna a little prayer for that headache,” I asked her a little to boldly.
She gave me a strange look and spoke a flat “No.”
Well, I prayed for her anyway, back in my cubicle. Take that you denying demon of timidity! She’ll thank me in the morning. Can’t wait!
I felt so good about the battle that I drove a little slower, and prayed for each car that whizzed past me, and every pedestrian that crossed in front of my car.
“Save that one, Lord! Bless that woman over there! Oh, find that beggar a home and a job.” I backed the last prayer up with all the change I had left in my ash tray, about 84 cents. Take that spirit of poverty!
Crawling in to bed my last thought was a thank you to the Lord for using me. The battlefield wasn’t such a scary place, today anyway. Tomorrow might be another story so I reset my alarm clock so I could get an extra 15 minutes of prayer in the morning.
Look out Kingdom of Darkness. You’ll be seeing much more of me tomorrow!
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