Beneath Still Waters

I tried to take a nap today, after church. I went to church this morning in Valley, as has become my usual habit since Charlie came into my life. I really enjoy Valley First, the people, the young pastor, the messages. They seem to be hitting home, especially right now in the midst of so much change going on in my life. Today's message was especially apt, I thought, because it centered on finding God's calling in your life, how we are created maybe for just one person to know God - like how Esther's purpose was to deliever Israel in the midst of their destruction by Haaman (sp?).

I really like that. I like to think that there's one or two kids that might come to Christ through me, and that those one or two believers will start an army of Warriors for God. I also especially like the idea of going "all in" for God - laying everything out there on the line.

Without being too "look at me" - in a brief, nanosecond way, I think that is what I have done with Trinity. We've opened up an avenue for young men and women to fight for Christ, to serve Christ and to love each other in a setting that is valuable and missing in today's world. I don't push Christianity down their throats - none of them do, really, but they just exhude love. I think that a "Christian education" is so often not about Christianity, and loving people, but shoving, pushing, pulling someone to accept Christ. That isn't the way to go about doing things; because if its forced, or pushed, or shoved... then their acceptance isn't real. They won't change, because it wasn't their decision.

Anyway, thats a soapbox, and not at all what I was aiming for blogging about... so here's what my intentions really were:

I went to lay down after Church and had some pretty horrific nightmares. Ones that involved death, demons, ghosts and generally just things that weren't of this world. As I was laying there, between sleep and awake, in that dreamy haze where you aren't fully aware of anything, I felt like I was being attacked by Satan. No lie. I had the thought that these dreams were Satan trying to scare me, ruin me, make me afraid. I've always been a believer in that the more hearts and souls you win for Christ, the madder that Satan gets, the more he tries to play tricks on you and to frighten you. So I think that I must be doing a pretty good thing, because Satan has been hitting me hard lately, with doubts, with fears, even with death.

And so I rebuke thee, Satan. In the name of My Father and Lord of Lords, because guess what? He won't beat me, because MY path has been created long before I ever was, by my God and Savior. Get off my back, Lucifer. You are nothing to me.

My battle's already been won by the sacrifice of the blood of the lamb.