It’s a day to remember those who have served and gave everything in the American Armed Forces over the course of our history to protect and preserve the freedoms we enjoy even today. I (Amy) know I have friends who are not happy with the way this country is going. I know I also have friends who are not supporters of the military. I know I have friends who are in the military, and I am personally so thankful for their service. This blog isn’t about your personal convictions about the temporary mechanics of this country and how it defends itself. This blog is about war.
You are in a war right now. If you, like me, designate yourself as Christian, then the enemy has you in his sights. He knows your weak points, he knows your fortifications, and he’s patient. He knows the right time to strike. He also knows who your leader is, but he wants you to be distracted and think that you’re in this fight all on your own.
If you are reading this and you say, “I’m not a Christian,” I would daresay you’re still in this war. You do not have to fight in a war to find yourself in the middle of one. I think we’re all well aware that not only soldiers are the ones affected by war.
So what happens when you find yourself in the middle of the battle? This past week, I had a moment where the battle had overtaken me, and I couldn’t even recognize it. I reached out to a friend, telling her all the details of what I felt, but it could be summarized, “I don’t know what’s changed, but something isn’t right.” She knew in an instant what was going on. She told me that I was under attack, gave me step by step instructions on how to fight back. Then, all my mental fog that had been hovering around me dissipated, and I was all right again.
It dawned on me later how monumental that interaction was. In the heat of the moment when you can’t even tell what’s going on, you need someone with a bird’s-eye view of what mess you’re in to give you directions on how to get out. It wasn’t a matter of: “Work through this until you find your way out.” This was a cry for help and a fellow soldier on a rescue mission. Someday, I will be able to return the favor. This isn’t about who is the stronger Christian; this is helping each other fight through the battle together.
I’ve said it before, and I do believe I will say it again: The Christian life was not meant to be lived alone. For this blog, I’d like to expand that phrase. The spiritual war is not meant to be fought alone. Your Lord is your leader and your strength, never faltering and never abandoning His soldiers, for we are His own family. Your brothers and sisters in Christ are here to help you, just as you are to help them. It’s a constant flow of encouragement and strength, like a fountain. Water comes in and water flows out, and the cycle never ends.
Our hope and encouragement is also in this: we know that our God wins the war. Someday, when that war is over, our faithfulness will be rewarded with a resounding, “Well done!” Until then, my brothers and sisters in arms, “Let us strip off every weight that slows us down…Let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.” (Hebrews 12:1-2)
You are not fighting this alone.