More often than not, spiritual warfare is about guerrilla tactics. Stealthy and surprising. You've little hope of anticipating it, and when it strikes, it strikes at the heart and vanishes before you know what's hit you.
Occasionally, it feels as though it is based upon rote guidelines. A rank-and-file system where your opponent looks you in the eye and waits for the order that both of you can hear.
Then there's the warfare that you least expect and blindsides you. The only warning is the whistle just before impact.
Two weeks ago, I started getting hit from all sides by things I didn't expect, striking swift and quick at my greatest fears. A few days ago, it was like seeing in 4 dimensions - anticipating the exact time and source of the hits. Tonight, it was something new and different. New technology, if you will. And it hurt.
Thursday night an idea was posed to me that shouldn't have been novel, but was. We take God's grace for granted. His amazing grace, which we've done nothing to deserve. We rest on it, and do nothing to deserve it. But we should constantly sing praises for it. We should constantly strive to earn it, even though we'll never really be worthy. Tonight was Relay for Life at UGA. They took a lap of silence in remembrance for all those lost or struggling with cancer. The only sound was Amazing Grace played on bagpipes. When those first pitches sounded into an otherwise quiet and dark night sky... I felt overwhelmed.
It was later when the warfare went on. It was later when I felt overcome and hurt by things that shouldn't have hurt me. But it did. I decided to go be alone. And now here I sit contemplating grace.
We're all so far in over our heads. I should have drowned a long time ago, but here I am.
Imagine that.
More to come.
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