Imagine a soldier who was shot, impaled with an arrow, sliced with a spear.
They are likely losing blood.
They are likely staggering.
They are likely starting to become confused and disoriented.
They are relying on their training and their instinct.
Adrenaline has likely kicked in.
They are fighting to the death.
The Bible talks about weapons of warfare (go look the Scripture up. I’m on my computer for once so no emojis this time. :)).
The Bible talks about putting on the whole armor of God.
The breastplate of righteousness.
The helmet of salvation.
The sword of the Spirit which is the Word of God.
The shield of faith.
Loins girt (waist wrapped perhaps) about with truth.
Feet shod (chiiii. covered I suppose. A translation other than King James will probably define these. I’m going with what I know.) with the preparation of the Gospel of peace.
The Bible also talks about weapons forming but not prospering.
However, Jesus said offenses will come.
What. Do. You. Do when you are living right, working, serving, and the people you are called to, the people you are working with, the people leading you, life, wounds you?
I’ll tell you what I’ve done.
Sometimes I’ve tucked tail and bounced.
Sometimes I’ve continued to work.
You already know which choice was better.
You know the ultimate example of working while wounded?
My precious Savior Jesus.
Before He even got to the cross, He started working.
He was in the Garden of Gethsemane with some of his disciples.
Judas. A man He CHOSE. A man who knew Him. A man who walked with Him. A man who saw who He was. Sold him out. Literally. Took money to tell the authorities where He could be found.
My gangsta friend and one of my FAVES, Peter, took out his sword and cut the ear off of one of the men who came to arrest Jesus.
Pause. Notice I said Peter. Not Simon. This man had already been tasked with building the Kingdom of God. He was already warned that Jesus was going to the cross. Maybe he was feeling some type of way because Jesus told him that he was going to deny Him. I don’t know what was going on in my fave’s head.
Nevertheless, he has now created a situation for Jesus to work in while wounded. Jesus reattaches the man’s ear and then goes on to begin the journey to my salvation. Whew. That.
Eventually, Peter has followed to see what is going on and denies Jesus. The cock crows. JESUS TURNS AND LOOKS AT PETER?!
Mans can’t catch a break. First Judas and then Peter. Bruh. My fave. I couldn’t imagine the sorrow.
So now, Jesus has made His way onto the cross. He is in the middle of two other people. They start having a conversation. He forgives one of them. As He is hanging to lay down His life. Cuz He didn’t die.
His moms and the disciples come. He tells John that Mary is now his mother. He tells Mary that John is now her son.
The man is already working by staying on the cross when He has the power to come down. He does ONE other thing I want to highlight while suffering to save me. AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
He prays for the people. He says father forgive them for they know not what they do.
The ultimate worker working while wounded.
He knew His job. He knew His role. He fought to the death.
He fought death.
My good Lord.
He died so that I wouldn’t have to die.
Sure, I have to die to my flesh.
But an eternal death?
That will NEVER be my testimony because my Jesus worked while wounded.
What I endure is light affliction (so most of what I have said including this is Bible. Happy hunting.).
I’m gone pick up my weapons and fight.
I’m gonna follow the One who showed me how.
I’m gonna endure hardness as a good soldier.
I am going to fight the good fight of faith.
When people fight, they have taken up arms for a cause they believe in.
I believe in the cause of Christ.
I will fight me and whoever to ensure that Jesus reaches the masses.
He deserves it.
They deserve to know Him.
When my pillow was drenched in tears, He fought for me.
When I wanted Him to snuff out this life He died for, He fought for me.
When I acted as though I was alone and had nobody to turn to, He fought for me.
When I turned to sin as though He wasn’t there with me, He fought for me.
When I was disobedient despite our relationship, He fought for me.
When I wanted to run away from who He called and purposed me to be, He fought for me.
When I got amnesia about all that we endured, He fought for me.
I owe Him EVERYTHING.
All of me.
To stand and fight every battle.
Despite every dart and wound that comes my way.
He fought for me so I could fight for Him.
He fought for me so I could fight for others attached to me.
I endured all of what I did because He was teaching my hands to war.
War in the words He gives me to say.
War by lifting my hands in praise and worship no matter how I feel.
War in the prayers I pray.
Lissen. I feel like I could stay here all day.
But I can’t.
Cuz attention spans are a thing.
GET UP AND FIGHT.
Let Him teach you how to war.
Don’t stay where you are.
Don’t just be wounded and die.
Go be great. Someone is counting on it.