Facing our Giants

The other day one of our promiscuous cats had her kittens in the middle of a tin horn and abandoned them to certain death with a thunderstorm on the way.

We never would have known they were there, except for one little kitten that fought it's way to the light, where it meowed like a banshee until we found it and put it with another mother.

It took us the rest of the day to figure out how to get those other two kittens out of that death trap, and by the time we got them, I was sure they were goners. They had been there too long. They hadn't even put up a fight. The first kitten was the strong one. The one with the will to live. These last two weaklings didn't have much chance, but, we put them with their new mother and hoped for the best.

The next morning I woke before dawn and checked on those kittens. The little black one wasn't doing well. We tried to bottle feed it, but it didn't even have the strength to swallow.

I figured she must have been one of the weak ones we had rescued last, but my daughter told me no, this was the kitten that had crawled out first.

And then we realized the truth.

That little kitten could have stayed, safe and warm with her siblings, hoping for someone to come to the rescue, and it would have meant certain death for all of them.

But she struggled, and clawed, and fought her way to the light.

And it cost her everything. 

When I was fighting Five G, spending hours researching and organizing and meeting with City Councils and State Representatives, fighting tooth and nail against this beast, some amazing Christian women told me, "We were talking about you in Bible Study this morning, and it's great that you're trying, but there's nothing you can do about what's happening in the world today. It's Biblical. Part of the end times. You're just fighting the inevitable."

And, sadly, I believed them.

Why fight evil if it's part of God's plan?

We can't win.

Might as well sit back and wait for the rapture like good little Christians. No need to struggle. Just make sure to take care of our own. Fortify the gates. Grow a few more tomatoes. Let the hellions have the world. We've got our get out of jail free card, and we're not afraid to use it.

We, like those two survivor kittens, are comfortable with our tin horn home. 

We're confident we'll be rescued before the rain comes.

No need to fight.

No need to struggle.

Just.

Wait.

But then again...

What if we were never meant to sit in comfort, congratulating ourselves for being the special ones, while we watch the world go to hell?

Because, friends, the world IS going to hell. 

And from the looks of things, we're too afraid to gather together and sing, much less put up a fight for the souls of our brothers and sisters. 

Perhaps we've forgotten there has always been an evil super power that seemed invincible at the time.

Nebuchadnezzer. Haman. Goliath. Hitler. Pilate.

Perhaps we've forgotten there have always been a few unlikely misfits who stood with God and fought against the Gates of Hell, even if it cost them everything.

Shadrach, Meshach, & Abednego could have bowed down with the rest of the compliant Jews and saved themselves some heat.

Esther could have stayed silent in the palace getting her pedicure.

David could have gone back to harping with the sheep and saved himself the trouble.

Corrie Ten Boom could have done a gang busters clock business with the Nazis and survived the war none the worse for wear.

Jesus could have denied the Truth, saved his own skin, and let us all go to hell.

And that kitten could have stayed safe and warm in the tin horn...until the rain.

We can choose the path of least resistance, bow down to the idols of health, security, and wealth....

Or, we can scratch and claw our way toward the Light, and stop twiddling our thumbs waiting for our rescuer to come.

Because, He already has. 

And He didn't put His army on this earth now to sit back, wait, and act like a bunch of helpless kittens in a tin horn. Staying safe and saving our own skin. Waiting for something, anything, to save us.

It's time to wake up, Church.

The battle isn't over yet.

Get back in the fight.

"I know your works. You have the reputation of being alive, but you are dead. Wake up, and strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your works complete in the sight of my God." (Revelation 3:2)

"Don't be afraid of them. Remember the Lord, who is great and awesome, and fight for your brothers, your sons and your daughters, your wives and your homes." (Nehemiah 4:14)

"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand." (Ephesians 6: 10-13)

"For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:38-39)

"And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it." (Peter 16:18)

If you'd like to know more about the giant we're up against, you can go here to learn more.

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