In defence of the faith

While sharing my last post on Twitter my lovely wife was asked about her faith. Being the gentle kind woman that she is, she had a little difficulty in answering the questions posed to her.

So I stepped in and provided the answers. I soon found out that he was not interested in answers but quickly dismissed my evidence as hearsay and continued asking for more evidence.

The Armour of God. Equipping Christians

General Eva Booth of the Salvation Army said once that the army needs to preach two messages, one of salvation for saving souls, and the other of how to live a Christian life.
Today we shall be looking at the second message how to live a Christian life.

As Paul says in the second letter to the Corinthians I have fed you with milk not with meat for hitherto ye were not able to bear it, neither yet now are ye able. 1 Corinthians 3:2.
Today I will grind and pulp the meat to you so that you may be able to swallow it.

The Light

From the darkness of my own soul, I watch the light come.

It penetrates the day and comes closer to me.

It calls me softly, gently.

It stops outside, and waits.

I must make the next move.

The light waits. I can feel the love coming from it.

The darkness grips me tighter, holding be back.

The darkness's grip is cold as it wraps its fingers around my heart.

The light gives off warmth calling to me again softly.

I know the light is good. So why am I still afraid of it?

I make a decision: I want to live in the light.

The darkness screeches in my ear, in pain.

A smile curls my lips as I now realize where the fear of the light comes from.

The darkness fears the light.

The light loves me.

I wonder what the light did to the darkness to make it fear the light

I step into the light, my sight blinded.

The warmth wraps around me and loves envelopes me

I realise that I am dirty but the light does not mind

The light washes me and cleanses me with patience, kindness and humility.

It speaks to me words of comfort and then clothes me in new clothes.

I look back at the darkness and I see how small my world has been

"I came for you", the light tells me

I look to the light source and in it, I see the shape of a man.

"I love you" he says.

His loves washes over me so powerfully

I am knocked to the ground and tears well up inside of me

He comes to my side and holds me.

My grip comes from my sin and I see that his hands are marked with cruel scars.

I see them and I mourn for him. What pain he must have gone through?

"they are the marks of love" he says knowing what is going on in my mind

"I got them fighting for you" he says, "without them, we could not be together"

"Thank you" I say back to him, gratitude and shame washing over me.

"Come" he says, "we have been expecting you"

I walk with him back to where he came from.

His love coming to me from every fibre of his being.

Such love I cannot compare better than this life will ever see.

I know that I love him too.

Understanding

Sometimes the most difficult people to understand can be the closest person to us, for me that is my wife, at times the very best I can do still falls short. Sometimes I need to do better, so I need help. The best source of help is always the Word of God