Stand strong in the Lord spiritually

I confess that this article is just as much self-help as it is written to benefit others. Much of the information in it was taken from the following biblically sound, ever-encouraging website http://www.gotquestions.org:

http://www.gotquestions.org/spiritual-warfare.html

A few nights ago I had a nightmare that made me awaken disturbed and shaking. In it, demons persecuted me mercilessly. They then attempted to drown a man in my dream who was helping me. Unfortunately I tried to save the man using my own power – which turned out to be woefully inadequate – not the Lord’s.

So how do we stand against the forces of darkness? What tools has the Kingdom of Light given us to deal with them effectively? Ephesians 6:10-12 outlines the spiritual armour God has kindly provided to His followers. The first thing to note is that in dealing with evil, we must stand in God’s might, not our own. Even Michael the archangel in Jude 9 did not rebuke Satan in his own power, but said, “The Lord rebuke thee!” He rebuked Satan in God’s name and authority, not his own.

It is only through our relationship with Jesus Christ that Christians have any authority over Satan and his demons. It is only in His name that our rebuke has any power. As it is written:

And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock (ie. the belief in – and confession of – Jesus as the Son of God) I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. (Matthew 16:18)

Ephesians 6:13-18 gives a description of the spiritual armour God gives us. We are to stand firm with the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, the gospel of peace, the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation (assurance), the Sword of the Spirit (which is the Word of God), and by praying in the Spirit.

What do these pieces of spiritual armour represent in spiritual warfare? We are to speak the truth against Satan’s lies. We are to rest in the fact that we are declared righteous because of Christ’s sacrifice for us. We are to proclaim the gospel no matter how much resistance we receive. We are not to waver in our faith, no matter how strongly we are attacked. Our ultimate defence is the assurance we have of salvation, an assurance that no spiritual force can take away. Our offensive weapon is the Word of God, not our own opinions and feelings. We are to follow Jesus’ example in recognising that some spiritual victories are only possible through prayer.

Jesus is our ultimate example for spiritual warfare. In Matthew 4:1-11 each temptation was answered in the same way – with the words “it is written.” Jesus knew the Word of the living God is the most powerful weapon against the temptations of the devil. If Jesus Himself used the Word to counter the devil, do we dare to use anything less?

The ultimate example of how NOT to engage in spiritual warfare is the seven sons of Sceva (Acts 19:13-16). They were not relying on Jesus as their Lord and Saviour, and they were not employing the Word of God in their spiritual warfare. As a result, they received a humiliating beating. May we learn from their bad example and conduct spiritual warfare as the Bible instructs.

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The Last Ship by JRR Tolkien

I believe that walking in the Spirit is preparatory to coming to Christ.

You must at least believe there is a spiritual realm that has pre-eminence over the physical one in order to even embark on the long rugged road that leads to the Lord’s waiting arms.

Below is another poem I found that stirred up my spirit during
my lifetime. I’ve included it here, with short notes on how it relates to the Gospel of Christ, as others may find this interesting or helpful. If you’d like to message me with your own notes on what helped lead you to the Lord Jesus Christ during your lifetime, please feel free to do so.

THE LAST SHIP by JRR Tolkien

Firiel looked out at three o’clock:
the grey night was going;
far away a golden cock
clear and shrill was crowing.
The trees were dark, and the dawn pale,
waking birds were cheeping,
a wind moved cool and frail
through dim leaves creeping.

She watched the gleam at window grow,
till the long light was shimmering
on land and leaf; on grass below
grey dew was glimmering.
Over the floor her white feet crept,
down the stair they twinkled,
through the grass they dancing stepped
all with dew besprinkled.

Her gown had jewels upon its hem,
as she ran down to the river,
and leaned upon a willow-stem,
and watched the water quiver.
A kingfisher plunged down like a stone
in a blue flash falling,
bending reeds were softly blown,
lily-leaves were sprawling.

A sudden music to her came,
as she stood there gleaming
with fair hair in the morning’s flame
on her shoulders streaming.
Flutes were there, and harps were wrung,
and there was sound of singing,
like wind-voices keen and young
and far bells ringing.

A ship with golden beak and oar
and timbers white came gliding;
swans went sailing on before,
her tall prow guiding.
Fair folk out of Elvenland
in silver-grey were rowing,
and three with crowns she saw there stand
with bright hair flowing.

With harp in hand they sang their song
to the slow oars swinging;
‘Green is the land the leaves are long,
and the birds are singing.
Many a day with dawn of gold
this earth will lighten,
many a flower will yet unfold,
ere the cornfields whiten.

‘Then whither go ye, boatmen fair,
down the river gliding?
To twilight and to secret lair
in the great forest hiding?
To Northern isles and shores of stone
on strong swans flying,
by cold waves to dwell alone
with the white gulls crying?’

‘Nay!’ they answered. ‘Far away
on the last road faring,
leaving western havens grey,
the seas of shadow daring,
we go back to Elvenhome,
where the White Tree is growing,
and the Star shines upon the foam
on the last shore flowing.

‘To mortal fields say farewell,
Middle-earth forsaking!
In Elvenhome a clear bell
in the high tower is shaking.
Here grass fades and leaves fall,
and sun and moon wither,
and we have heard the far call
that bids us journey thither’.

The oars were stayed. They turned aside:
‘Do you hear the call, Earth-maiden?
Firiel! Firiel!’ they cried,
‘Our ship is not full-laden.
One more only we may bear.
Come! For your days are speeding.
Come! Earth-maiden elven-fair,
our last call heeding.’

Firiel looked from the river-bank,
one step daring;
then deep in clay her feet sank,
and she halted staring.
Slowly the elven-ship went by
whispering through the water;
‘I cannot come!’ they heard her cry.
‘I was born Earth’s daughter!’

No jewels bright her gown bore,
as she walked back from the meadow
under roof and dark door,
under the house-shadow.
She donned her smock of russet brown,
her long hair braided,
and to her work came stepping down.
Soon the sunlight faded.

Year still after year flows
down the Seven Rivers;
cloud passes, sunlight glows,
reed and willow quivers
at morn and eve, but never more
westward ships have waded
in mortal waters as before,
and their song has faded.

To me this poem is about the battle between the spirit (the world the Elves hail from) and earthly flesh (as illustrated so aptly by the clay Firiel’s feet sink into).

Elvenhome and its selfless, noble elves are analagous – to me – to the Kingdom of God, and God’s messengers (if you substitute Christ and His angels for the Elves). So the poem then becomes a wake for the fleeting, fading beauties of Earth, which are forsaken by God’s messengers for the eternal, never-fading joys of Heaven.

The most poignant part of this poem for me is Firiel’s cry, “I cannot come…I was born Earth’s daughter.” That always struck home with me as a child due to the pre-birth memories I fought to keep uppermost in my mind. I know that I – like all souls – did not originate here on Earth so I must bear this in mind when seeking to journey back, like the Prodigal Son, to Christ’s Kingdom.

2 Corinthians 4:18
While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.