Every Thursday night the Thrive family gets together for church. Pastor Abram speaks. Some of the sermons have been really challenging. My heart can’t get past one sentence in particular that Abram said: ‘God has already won the battle, so why are you not speaking boldly about Him?’
What follows is my processing of that sentence:
The battle cries have long faded in the night.
Wounded warriors pepper the frosted ground.
I cower in a dark corner
unsure if the fighting is over
or if it’s just a lull as weapons
reload and troops regroup.
I don’t want to move
for fear of the Enemy finding me.
So I tremble with knees pressed against my terror-gripped face.
And then, just as the sun starts rising for the morning
I hear it. The sweet melody of victory.
It captures my beating heart,
and as the song continues,
I breathe deep as my lungs finally fully fill with air.
I try not to acknowledge the smell of war-
that decaying, festering smell because I know
that song brings with it hope.
As I look up, I smile because I see
the banner of my King
towering above the burning, fallen city.
He has won!
I rise from my now sun-lit corner,
for the darkness of night
has been overcome by
the light of victory.
And I dance.
The fear that paralyzed my mind
is now gone. I sing
loudly. Praising my King for
the battle He fought to protect me.
I know the Enemy and his army
can hear the joy-filled notes I sing.
But I look them straight in the eye
as I continue my celebration.
What do I have to fear now? My King has won!