God is mustering a beautiful army.
To the world, we are anything but. But then, beauty has always been in the eye of the beholder. For each member of this beautiful army, there is only one Beholder whose opinion counts.
Oxymoron that it seems to be, the beautiful army of God – covered with His blood and one’s own battle scars – only serves to intensify the splendor of the One who has enlisted us.
His beauty becomes ours as we study Him, learn how He thinks, come into agreement with Him in our word and deed, and submit ourselves to being changed from glory to glory with every obedient choice we make and every lie we put to death.
When I ponder my place in God’s beautiful army, my heart hears worth, value, usefulness, significance, knowing and being known, speaking forth and putting to flight that which would rise up in opposition to the plans and purposes of the Most High.
That isn’t always what my heart heard, though. Years of listening to the world’s spin; the flesh – my own and others’; and the devil’s lies produced more battle scars than I can count. Freedom of soul and spirit, and yes, even body, was elusive. So what changed?
For me, it was the day I “woke up” to the fact that the enemy had played me over and over – like a string-less instrument in his death-grip hands. I remember growing angry with a white-hot intensity leveled at him as it flooded my entire being. I became enraged at the enemy of my soul as the realization spread through me. “HOW DARE YOU, devil?!?” Something shifted within me that day.
God’s Truth went deep as the chains of lies and the enemy’s deception was revealed for what it was. I knew I was a child of God before. Now I knew I was a child of the King. Two such different knowings. No longer just in my head, I now knew the life-force of it throughout my being.
It was a spiritual awakening at a deeper level than I had ever walked in before. That day I joined God’s beautiful army against the already defeated enemy. Enlistment meant I was thrust into God’s boot camp where much has had to be routed out from within me and the ground of my life reclaimed.
All these years since, I have been a participant in God’s mission for Truth and righteousness and reclamation. It has not been easy nor especially fun. Hard and painful is more accurate as truth and righteousness is not a popular message these days. Reclaiming the ground of one’s life sounds good until the shovel gets put in your hand. Many throw it down and run the other way, and the enemy scores yet another victory on top of all his previous ones.
But for those who embrace the blood, sweat and tears, they will surely be amazed when they reap the reward God has for them…
Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting. Surely he who walks and weeps, bearing a trail of seed, shall come again with joyful shouting, bearing his sheaves. (Psalms 126:5-6 LITV)
There is a war going on, internally and externally. Only one Kingdom will ultimately prevail, but not without a massive last-ditch assault by that ancient deceiver, the devil. Sadly, there will be casualties.
God is mustering a beautiful army. Will you join me in asking Him to prevail over everything in us that is not of Him so that, without spot or wrinkle, we may prevail with Him?
If so, your presence is requested on the front lines.
Bring your shovel. Our Captain will bring the victory.
In the service of the King,