God’s people have always had to wrestle with the things from the dark. As believers, the Bible tells us that we are in a permanent state of war against Satan.
There has never been an armistice or treaty signed to my knowledge. Each one of us is on the front lines. The devil has been practicing with a deadly form of “spiritual terrorism.” And he terrorizes many with his posturing and manipulation.
Life can get quite dark, and desperately bleak. No one needs to educate us about the dark nightmare that is come.
Over a couple of millennia, God’s covenant people have been harmed and harassed. Enemies are constantly manipulating and twisting God’s Word. As disciples, we’re under steady surveillance by the dragon.
“And the judgment is based on this fact: God’s light came into the world, but people loved the darkness more than the light, for their actions were evil.”
John 3:19, NLT
And he certainly has not overlooked us. As we read our Bible, our faith becomes like Teflon. Nothing can stick to you; even though so much is thrown at us. When life is really dark or terribly bleak, we can protect ourselves and others.
There are times when we can sense nothing. Sometimes heaven is silent. But I believe, it is never, ever disinterested.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,”
We are not theologians, we are just simple disciples. He knows this. I believe He simplifies things in order to help us understand. God has little reason to complicate things for us.
I believe that we are “surrounded” by saints of all ages. They see in us a faith that justifies us. And I must admit, that helps me. I am part of a continuum. I now know that my simple faith must always pass the test of discouragement.
But now the torch is passed, and now you must run with it faithfully and honestly. And when all is so dark, and things seem far too quiet, I still intend to hold up that torch and carry it all the way to my Father’s house.
“There was a castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair.”
John Bunyan, “Pilgrims Progress”