I’m No Preacher …
It happens, you know. Compared to a month ago, Dad looks and sounds great. He is SuperMan … he is SuperDad … he is MyHero …
But we cannot always control our minds … our fears … our doubts. And Dad had a mini-melt-down this weekend … he wept, thinking, “Maybe this is the best that I am ever going to get?“
As Dad was re-telling me this story, he began a low-tone-Al-Pacino chuckle, “But your Mom slapped me back into shape.“
Dad knows this … I’m learning it … but maybe you have never heard it. Our struggles … the war within our mind … sometimes are the hardest to wage. You see, the bone will mend … the marriage will heal … the debt will get paid … the image of beauty will shine. But your mind and soul keep screaming: “I cannot deal with this broken arm …” or “I cannot handle my spouse any more … ” or “I am tired of struggling through week by week until the next paycheck …” or “I hate myself … ” What are you supposed to do?
“The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” (2 Cor. 10:4-5)
Paul even says later in the passage that you should not look on the surface of things … but instead, be confident that you belong to Christ. Those doubts, fears, and uncertainties … take captive of them … replace them with hope and faith and excitement of what is to come. As your faith continues to grow, so does God’s ability to use you and your circumstances … including a near-fatal car accident that crushes your bones and paralyzes your spirit. I’m no preacher, but it’s what the Bible says!
