My last post that was written a couple of weeks ago was something that weighed on my mind over a period of time. I mentally “wrote” parts of it for nearly two months in my head. It took much cognitive basting before I could actually sit down to type it out, as it is not a subject matter that I take lightly. The devil has become this commercialized figure in our society that we, as a whole, feel comfortable joking and laughing about. People dress up like him for Halloween; many don’t believe he even exists. However, I find it irresponsible to bring his name to my blog in any sort of nonchalant manner. He is a creepy dude and I don’t like giving him much “air time”. The day I actually blogged about it, I felt compelled to write about the subject. I can’t exactly tell you why it needed to happen on that particular day, but many of my posts have been like that. I will have something brewing for some time and then it just pours out of me. I mention this part to illustrate the point that my last post wasn’t done on a whim or without some careful consideration.
My reason for circling back about the journal entry is what happened the day after I posted it. I was crawling into bed late the next night and felt like I needed to read from the Bible. I opened it up, turned to the Book of Jude, and was hit on the side of the head with the following passage:
“But even the archangel Michael, when he was disputing with the devil about the body of Moses, did not dare to bring a slanderous accusation against him, but said, “The Lord rebuke you!” Yet these men speak abusively against whatever they do not understand; and what things they do not understand by instinct, like unreasoning animals–these are the very things that destroy them.” Jude 9-10
When I read that, it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was apparent that God was telling me that I do not know what I am up against and that it is his job to deal with Satan, not mine. I can resist temptation and the products of the devil’s work, but my job here is to point to God in all facets of life, not focus on the devil. Focusing on the devil is not where I can be fruitful, it is where I could get lost and potentially consumed and potentially take others down with me. And God is right–I have no understanding of what the devil is all about other than he vehemently opposes God and would love to drag me down to the depths. In that moment that I read this passage and even now as I type this, I felt miniscule and weak, as I should. I never assumed that I would be going forward and doing something in opposition to the devil without God’s help, but to have him blatantly point that out to me in his Word was quite humbling, to say the least. God continues to be so parentally good. As I reflect on how he handled it with me, it was done out of total love and protection for me. He wasn’t belittling me, he was warning me to not get involved in matters beyond my human comprehension. Point taken.
I don’t feel compelled to write about most of my personal prayer time or experiences with the Lord. But I feel like it is important to point this out, since I chose to write about the subject matter. In fact, I was so taken by this passage of Scripture, I nearly took the post down immediately. I could and still do feel the weight of the message to me and I don’t take it lightly. It has stayed up, but only because I wanted to follow-up with this and for therapeutic purposes. I also know that the post reflects my raw and true feelings and that taking it down doesn’t change the way I feel–since God knows my heart, I will heed his warning, but respectfully leave my post where it is at.