Battles and warfare

Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon his shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.

Surely not I, Lord.
Yes you.
I have heard it said that there are many more ways to block God's work than there are to enable it. If this is true, then it would seem we are destined for failure. For the serpent's weapons are manifold; without defence, he will win every time.

I have been under siege lately and today I found myself wondering why. I'm not important; if I were not here, wouldn't things carry on just fine? So why then would he attack me?

But now I realize it's true. Things would carry on just fine without me. But my presence can cause immense distraction from His work. And to my shame, yesterday I was ready to do so.

But I didn't. Does that mean I've won? Nope. It means I'll face the same choice again tomorrow. And the day after. A choice in every situation, to allow any number of things to rule me: futility, pride, indifference... anger. Or else,

To turn away and not become
Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves
More deeply than the oceans
More abundant than the tears
Of a world embracing every heartache