We were born on a battlefield, beautifully disguised as ‘earth’.
Yet, if we could see through the hologram of this material world, we would perceive a cosmic war waging over every precious soul, and Jesus there alongside each one of us, waiting to be invited to do the fighting for us.
Jesus is as near as my beating heart.
His love already crushed Hell, yet the enemy would tempt me into believing that, “Victory isn’t such a sure thing. And Jesus is sort of elusive and unreliable, but look over here! The world is so shiny, so full of shows and sidetracks; forget the big picture, plant your feet in all this temporal stuff and make yourself at home!”
And how easily I succumb to the overwhelm, the distraction, the self-pity, and the grief; the fruit of this heaving world.
Here I live, where the battle seems so ‘flesh and blood’, where quotidian urgencies and relational explosives make here-and-now so frustratingly real and gory. It’s easy to rage at the noise, the chaos, the madness, and the people that surround me, yet it’s all a distraction from that fact that Jesus is near and He’s already won.