Indeed, we are fighting soldiers not in uniform. The enemy’s tactics have always been deceitful and subtle. He doesn’t wave his flag and announce that his troops are coming. He takes forms that appear normal, even necessary, to us. He uses truths and objects that are genuine and twists them just a little; they’re almost unrecognizable, we don’t see them coming.
But we are different.
As covenant children of God, we put on God’s uniform. We are adorned by His grace and clothed by His salvation. We are marked for Him. There is no concealing who we are. As warriors for His faith, we raise His banner blatantly announcing our declaration of war against the enemy.
And we become targets.
There is a war — a real one — happening right now; we should not be oblivious to this. We are fighting and warring against soldiers who are not in uniform all around us. Daily, we are bombarded with cruel attacks by these soldiers. Hourly, we are being lied to and misled by these soldiers. They are not wasting, not even a millisecond, to assault us in any way possible. We should put on the whole armor of God that we may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil for he is ever watchful of an opportunity to disarm us and to trick us. We should live a wartime lifestyle, for we are in the midst of the great war; the only war that will cost us our souls and our lives for eternity.
The moment I decided to carry out what God has been asking me for years to do I waged war against the principalities, against powers, and against the rulers of the darkness of this age, and against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. I felt opposition from all sides because I was waving God’s banner and exclaiming my being a soldier for Him.
I feel that opposition here in Thailand, even stronger and more insidious than before. I can sense the enemy trying with all his might and his best to stop me from doing what God wants me to fulfill, and he seems to be winning. The hostility of his attacks is painful and confusing. At times, I feel discouraged and disappointed. Other times, I start feeling so inadequate and ill-equipped. When I am at these states, I panic; I cry my heart out lost in my emotion.
Then in one of my quiet times with the Lord this week, He spoke to me. He showed me that He is my Banner.
And Moses built an altar and called its name, “The-Lord-Is-My-Banner; for he said, “Because the Lord has sworn: the Lord will have war with Amalek from generation to generation.”
Exodus 17:15–16
The Lord is my banner. I am His soldier. I belong to Him. He has sworn to fight for me. To wrestle against me is to combat against the power of my God. To battle against my God is to lose. God has shown me that I will come out victorious no matter the opposition I have all around, for He has already won the war. This promise gave me not only comfort, but confidence to continue the fight; that because the enemy is trying so hard to pull me down I must be doing something right. It must be scaring him. It must be driving him crazy.
I will continue to have ups and downs in the call God has given me, but I now have renewed strength and a promise to hold on to. He is my banner. He has sworn to make war on those who oppose His children doing His work.
The enemy, however cunningly and severely he charges, will not be able to stand against my God.
“But the Lord is faithful, who will establish you and guard you from the evil one.”
2 Thessalonians 3:3
March 7, 2013
Krabi, Thailand
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