Working While Wounded

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.

My God.

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.

Why?

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.

Follow Instructions

One of the ppl I live with has been wanting bread pudding.

They used to be able to get it from a store near the house. It’s never there.

I went to another location. I decided I would make it if I couldn’t find it.

Found out it is no longer sold pre-made.

I found a recipe for it. My phone was dying so I looked at all the ingredients. I bought what wasn’t at the house and left.

I decided to watch a Facebook live about love. Shout out to my fellow blogger and her husband.

Honestly, I didn’t even read the recipe in full. Just the ingredients and like one instruction about the bread. And the recipe was behind a pay wall after so many observations.

I thought I could access it after registering. Nope. I had to subscribe. I discovered this after I had cut the bread poured the milk on it, and decided to see if I was following instructions.

Surprise surprise. I was NOT. I should have made a custard with the milk.

Let me pause and say I am not a baker. I make a few desserts that require minimal effort. Cooking though? Baaaaaybeeeee. Ima add a pic. I cooks.

Okay. Back on track. I proceeded to melt the butter and add the sugar and vanilla to it. I beat the eggs.

But, I had a realization. I know from watching cooking shows that ya girl is finna make caramel or something similar.

I tried to squeeze the milk out of the bread. Fail. I opened the refrigerator to see if there was milk. There usually isn’t. But heaven smiled on this mess. Right on the door was a baby container.

I didn’t even measure it. I just dumped it. It was cold so it cooled the butter and sugar. I realize that now. I did notice that the butter stopped melting.

But, there was already the appropriate amount of milk on the bread. I didn’t fully follow instructions for adding the stove mixture to the eggs.

They said it had to cool. But chiiiiii. I knew it wasn’t hot. So, I mixed it then poured it on the bread then put it in the oven.

Oh. I also added more bread. And now that I think about it, it wasn’t as sweet as it could have been because I didn’t add more sugar. Gah.

I just KNEW it was gonna be nasty. However, the two ppl who ate it liked it. One said I just needed to add the pre-made cinnamon sugar to it. I said it wasn’t sweet enough and reminded me of French toast. I def used brioche and, again, not enough sugar.

The ppl in the comments of the recipe also said it should soak in the mixture. I saw that before I baked it. But it was already a mess and getting late. Next time. I’m gonna try again. Lol.

That made me think of us and how we relate to God sometimes. When we don’t follow instructions or kinda follow them we end up with a mess. I could list more of my mistakes but, I’m gonna go to the Good Book.

Abraham was told he would have a baby with Sarah. She didn’t believe or was impatient. She sent her maid Hagar to have the baby, Ishmael. She treated Hagar harshly. She ended up with a baby, Isaac, and then sent Ishmael and Hagar away. As a result, Ishmael’s descendents are at odds with Isaac’s to this day. (Flit around Genesis. I’m usually good about citing. But I’m being lazy. Apologies.)

Moses was told to speak to the rock to get water. He hit it in frustration. As a result, God told him he would never see the Promised Land. After all that he had done. (Exodus my friend.)

Samson was told not to cut his hair or he’d lose his strength. He got involved with a woman who wasn’t an Israelite and spilled the secret. It resulted in him losing his hair, strength, eyes, and ultimately his life. (Judges will tell it all.)

The prophet Samuel gave King Saul instructions from God (Samuel trained as a priest but became a prophet. Priests performed the burnt sacrifices.) to destroy everyone and everything-including the animals. Saul saved the animals so that they could be offered as a sacrifice to God. Samuel was like bro, uh uh. You messed up and God is giving the kingdom to another. (1 or 2 Kings. One of em. You’re already on a device that will let you search or google.)

Saul’s successor David was a man of war after God’s heart. As a teen he killed five giants with five stones and a slingshot when nobody else could kill them.

Israel is at war later after David ascends the throne. Normally, kings were at war with the ppl while they fight. For some reason, David was at the palace on the roof. He saw a beautiful woman and decided he had to have her.

He sleeps with her, gets her pregnant, then realizes that she’s the wife of one of his best warriors. He calls the man home. He tries to get him to sleep with his wife. He refuses bc he is an honorable man and won’t be intimate while they are at war.

Since that didn’t work, David sends word and had the man assigned to a position that would surely get him killed. It did.

A new prophet, Nathan, goes to David and tells him he knows what he did and as a result the baby would die. David fasts and puts on sackcloth and ashes until he finds out the baby has died. Odd to others for sure.

Oh. David married the woman, Bathsheeba, after her husband, Uriah, died. They had another son Solomon.

At this point, the house of God is in tents, the tabernacle, and mobile. It had been since back in the day after Moses freed the people from Egypt when they wandered in the wilderness.

David decides and tells God that he wants to build a stationary house of worship, a temple. God is like cool, cool, cool. But um yeah. Not you buddy. You have too much blood on your hands. Solomon will though.

He lost a child and couldn’t build the temple. After ALL he had been through with God (there’s so much in Psalms and Kings. These particular instances described are in 1 or 2 Kings. Wherever you find Saul, just keep going. David comes after him.).

I’m certain there are more stories and ppl. I have surely gone over the customary length I imagine these to be in my head.

The point is simple and stated in the title: follow instructions. Cuz if we don’t, untold and unimaginable consequences will follow.

Go be great. Someone’s counting on it. 😊