Yesterday, while I was reading what the Apostle Paul wrote regarding making sure we are fully armored-up for the spiritual battle, it dawned on me that my armor is old, rusty and dented. Yes, old armor is better than no armor, but mine is ugly. Really ugly.
The Spiritual Battle
For a long time, I’ve been in a spiritual battle.
Battling evil in this world and beyond.
Battling the nasty ways of others.
And battling my flesh (which is not nearly as satisfying as battling yours).
At times, I’ve grown weary in well-doing. It’s not as easy to swing the sword as it once was. Frankly, I’m a mess. A bloody mess.
If you’re reading this and thinking, What’s wrong with him? then you’re probably a bit too young to understand. Give it a few decades, and you’ll figure it out.
If you’re reading this and wondering, He probably has sin in his life! then you’re right, I do. But we all do. Wrestling with sin will always be a present reality on this side of eternity.
One of my favorite authors and bloggers, Scott Saul, recently wrote, “Ironically, the more like Jesus we actually become, the more unlike Jesus we realize that we are.”
When I was young, I thought way too highly of myself. Now, I realize how kind and merciful God is to this recovering idiot. Every stinkin’ day.
In his blog, Scott also pointed out that “even the greatest heroes of faith were also flawed and broken—wrecked, weary, restless and sometimes tortured sinners—even at their spiritual peak.”