Let Us Arm Ourselves With the Truth

I do not consider myself a superstitious person. So when my five-year-old son’s wind-up music box begins randomly playing around 3:30 in the morning, I look for a logical explanation. But the thing is, my husband and I can’t find one. My child lays sound asleep in his bed.

When my husband decides to kneel beside his bunk and pray for him, I think it’s the best idea of the week. And when I awake the next morning with a well rested mind, I still can’t get the incident out of my head.

I’ll probably never know what happened with that creepy music maker, but its random playing reminded me that we have an enemy who is roaming this earth like a preying lion, waiting for the next person to devour.

My family spends each day with the intention of spreading the Truth of a Redeemer who lives. But the lion would like nothing more than for that truth to be lost. Lost to all who seek it. Lost to all who think there is no hope.

Sometimes I get weary and my prayer life gets weak. My Bible sits for a day or two and lose my focus. And since his grace abounds, I can always return and find new mercy.

But our Enemy does not announce himself with a pitchfork and a trumpet. He moves into lives ever so slightly, and time is on his side. For now.

Let us ever be on the watch. Let us arm ourselves with the Truth. Because God knows we need it.

Each and every hour. Every day.

This post was written for Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday. A beautiful group of writers who meet each week to share their unscripted, real, raw selves for five minutes flat on one word. Today’s word was: Lost. Click the button below to learn more.