In The Name of Jesus
Today, two mighty warriors met on the field of battle.
Good to see you, says our champion.
For indeed it was good that our adversary was recognized as such.
Swords lift in salute.
Innocuous words, and yet not flow one to another.
Yea, words that reveal trickery and deceit.
An absolute absence of fear in the face of absolute faith in He who spoke and made a promise to a people.
Where are you from?
In days past, the adversarial warrior may have been asked by another such champion,
From whence do you hail?
The answer is the same.
All over.
A roaring lion, to and fro, seeking only to destroy.
The adversary moves across the battlefield,
Dances a dance of wickedness and hatred.
Aye, for every other trick tried this day failed.
The adversary seeks our champion, but is denied his quarry.
Sheathing sword, our champion cedes the battlefield.
Not to the dark warrior, but to his troops.
There are other soldiers about.
It is they now who must prove steel to steel.
The champion gave over the battle to One greater than all.
It is He, we the remaining warriors, must see.
The adversary must sense the distrust,
Soldiers straining at invisible bonds, raring to break free.
To rip this diseased meat from our midst.
Hands reach for dagger as flesh rises.
Knowing…
Knowing as a stallion scents a hungry wolf,
That this one in disguise is not one of us.
Warriors move forward, characters in this great script.
Those not yet ready to lift sword are cleared from the battlefield.
The adversary moves about, cocky and arrogant.
The champion is gone, he thinks, leaving you sheep to the slaughter.
Drown in your fear and misery.
Knowing my father, today, will take this victory.
Your dagger will not help.
Your anger and bloodlust.
I feed, ye foolish, I yet feed!
But cooler heads prevail as one voice rises before it can claim what it will.
In the name of Jesus!
The sound of a mighty sword being unsheathed can barely keep up with the strike.
The sword remains up and at arms.
Shut up!
The pawn lashes out as the warrior delivers the blow to the chest.
The pawn fears as the adversary grows angry.
Calm settles the soldiers.
Following the example set,
Remembering scripture and prophecy being foretold,
Likewise, they pulled mighty swords from sheath,
The sound resounding throughout.
Shields are raised, battle cry uttered,
In the name of Jesus.
No other words needed,
No other sounds heard.
In the name of Jesus!
In the name of Jesus!
In the name of Jesus!
In the name of Jesus, this battle is won.
Warrior and pawn flee, having found soldiers inside of sheep in these women and men.
Petty enough to lash out, but already defeated.
In the name of Jesus, we the free who yet are not our own, have the victory.
Like warriors after battle we huddle, recounting the day’s events,
Remembering things forgotten.
The warmth of God’s love and oneness, pushes the ice from our hearts as adrenaline wanes.
Some taste the copper taste of fear, because we were almost too late.
Some for having stood at all.
We look to the hills, for truly this is the latter reign,
And we who remain must be ready to lift shield and sword.
Not only to take what is ours, but to hold on to what we have been given.
No more babes to teat.
We are warriors; we eat meat.
The battle is on and we must be ready to fight.
Standing strong as David, wise as Solomon, faithful as Abraham.
In this, we are more than conquerors.
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