Breaking through the pain…
(A prayer for the remnant)
The forces of evil are arrayed against you like the dried up leafs of a dead forest. As you try to lift up your voice to the heavens, the birds of prey swirl overhead. You can hear their flapping wings and feel the cold wisps of their poisoned darts.
The dark shadows of doubt and uncertainty are also present as they hover against your spiritual freedom. They hold in their quiver weapons aimed to suppress your comfort zone (joy) as you move about on a barren landscape of dry bones and empty tombs.
The disbelief and decay of the gilded decadent and jaded reality that we now know reminds us not so much of the futility of society as it confirms and mandates our ultimate destination.
The coldness of the night air cramps and belies any resolution to solace. Sleep is thwarted and the heat of the desert day is a daily trial that is hard to endure. But still you trudge on, mile after mile. Your vision blurs, your feet burn, your body aches…
And every once in a awhile, you meet a fellow traveler on the same dusty road and you share in a cup of cold water that appears out of nowhere. You compare notes; adjust equipment, offer assistance, and tearfully bid adieu if only to meet again.
For your mission is not yet over, the battle is not yet entirely won. You press on nonetheless toward that high mark of your calling through Faith and Hope. You rejoice on the way with the expectation that you will be counted worthy. Even if it takes every last breath of your being to do it.
And you do it for Love.
You have counted the cost, picked up your cross and died to self.
Now it doesn’t matter to you what you encounter because you know that the war you’re fighting in will be won. Sometimes as you stop and take a rest on the way, you look up and think about the saints who have gone before you and wondered what they would have done in your stead (place).
You can almost hear their words of encouragement as they also made the same journey and sat in their holding cells hoping for a kindred soul to give comfort. To them a meal of bread was to be enjoyed and shared no matter what the pain – because their flesh (affinity to the world) had already been crucified and their decision made.
And they did it for Love.
For we are not to fear the death pangs of the enemy nor dread his attacks. Come what may. We are not alone. Our God lives. Our steps are guided and our direction is sure. We are to carry on.
And as far as our nourishment:
Psalm 1:1-3
1 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Psalm 150:6
6 Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD.
Jesus Christ is Love
Everything else is praise & worship
(Even in the wilderness)
Scott Sepanek
TheRaptureCult.com
