Devil in the Toilet

"I don't get angry at people," Steve shared, "I get angry at things when they don't work. Like the car. Or the computer, or the toilet. And then other people suffer because I'm angry."

"The devil inhabits the toilet," my husband replied.

We laughed, but it's true, isn't it? The devil uses whatever circumstance he can as a tool for spiritual warfare.

The computer swallows an hour of work. The vacuum spreads dust everywhere. The car won't start. The toilet backs up.

"STUPID TOILET!"  The children scatter. A plunger hits the wall. A foot begins to throb from a well deserved, though unwise, kick against porcelain.

It's not true that the devil makes us do it, but he is always there, waiting for his opportunity.  He's not just concerned about where you spend your Sundays, or about how much time you spend on your knees. He knows we are weakest when we think we're doing "non-spiritual" things. He loves to distract us from noble purpose, to make us too busy to live intentionally.

Because in our minds we divide the spiritual from the physical, we allow him a foot in the door. We give him time and opportunity to set up his tanks on the battlefield of our lives.

To those who declare they are Jesus followers, the enemy is ruthless, tenacious, cruel and heartless. He sets up his heavy artillery aimed directly at our vulnerable spots. Waiting for a moment of exhaustion, disappointment or overstuffed schedule, he attacks with his unyielding force. Disappointment leads to discouragement.  Fears crash into depression.

We know he is a liar. We know he sits back and laughs at us.  But we get busy, direct our attentions elsewhere, become soldiers unaware. We forget that there is an unseen world that is active with the rage of demons. We set aside our mighty weapons of warfare. We cast off our spiritual armor.

We can choose instead to train ourselves to stay awake to the unseen world, even in the humdrum and ordinary parts of our lives.  By constantly walking alongside the Holy Spirit, we remain alert, prepared-for-action soldiers. We can stand ready and alert because we've trained to use the sword and shield of faith.

We call out to God for help and He helps - He's a good Father that way.  But don't forget, He's also a responsible Father, and won't let us get by with sloppy living.

Living by the Sword

"Aren't you afraid to be in the prison with all those dangerous women?" my neighbor asked.  "Do you have to be around any serial killers?"

The truth is that I am safer behind prison walls than I am on the highway or walking around downtown. My movements are on security video. I carry a body alarm. My husband carries a two-way radio. Armed prison guards would immediately be available if a situation was dangerous.

Prisoners we meet in the chapel have murder, child abuse, prostitution, rape and drug crimes in their pasts.  They look like any other group of women, except for the way they're dressed. With hands clapping and feet dancing as they sing, they sound like any other group of women praising God. Leaning in to hear my teaching, they take notes and ask questions, diligent in their study of God's Word.

They are not dangerous women because of their crimes. They are dangerous women because they are Jesus Followers, because they are becoming women after God's own heart.  They dare to be the hands and feet of Jesus in a fallen world.

Sierra, a Jesus Follower in prison, grips my hand as she tells me her story. She will die inside the prison walls. Society has rightly sentenced her to multiple life sentences. She smiles through tears of compassion for her fellow prisoners, women who live in darkness, slaves to their sins and wrong choices.

"There is so much power in God's love! I'm much more dangerous with my Bible sword than I ever was with a gun or knife. Satan should be afraid. Very, Very afraid."

Satan is indeed afraid. He knows his time is almost up. He holds no power over the truly dangerous woman, the princess-soldier who lives courage, gives wise counsel and goes about doing good. His name is defeat and the battle belongs to the Lord.

The most dangerous women in the world write Bible verses on the hearts of children. They act out Bible stories, making it fun to be in Sunday School. Pots of vegetable soup and loaves of fresh baked bread sit on their counters ready to be taken to the sick and weary. They have time to listen, to bind up the brokenhearted, to stretch loving arms to the needy and to change the course of history with their prayers.

They wage war on selfishness, divorce, abortion and cruelty. Dangerous women send notes to young wives encouraging them to love their husbands and children.  They babysit for young moms when rest becomes long overdue. They care for the widows, the orphans, the homeless. Dangerous women counsel alongside the Holy Spirit. They love people deeply from their hearts, changing the world one step at a time.

Just how dangerous are you? Got your sword in hand?

To Cuddle a Sword

My Bible is falling apart.

Steve, a friend who is my very heart, has walked alongside me through enough years to know from experience my love for the Word of God. He chuckles and shakes his head appreciatively at my Bible. Pages fall out, many are worn from use during reading, studying, counseling and teaching. Trips to nursing homes, prison, children's homes and churches through the decades have left their marks and scars. Tea stains, coffee stains, tear stains and spit-up stains have shaded the pages as much as my various colors of notes.

Children have listened to stories from my Bible. Unbelievers have heard answers to their questions. Young women have listened to me read it. Long nights have been spent with it wrapped in my arms as I prayed. Touching it brings comfort and strength before I ever open it. I don't feel fully dressed without it nearby.

When she was six, Carolanne, sitting beside me at church where we shared my Bible whispered, "I love your Bible. The pages are soft and I can cuddle them." I want her to cuddle my sword, but, more than that, I want her trained to use her own sword.

And take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. (Ephesians 6:17)

The Word of God, the Bible, my Sword, is my most precious tangible possession. It looks raggedy and worn, scarred and torn, but don't let that fool you. It makes me powerful, wise, courageous and equipped for every good work. It has the power to take down looming evil dragons and swat baby dragons aside.

The Word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. (Hebrews 4:12)

Train yourself to use your sword in joy and in sorrow. Practice using it in the easy, in the hard. Study to show yourself as an unashamed soldier, rightly dividing the Word of Truth. Step out of the noise and fray to read it. Memorize it. Meditate on it. Set aside time to know your sword and train yourself to use it.

A soldier-princess learns very quickly that she will never completely understand and master her sword, but she doesn't need to be a master to pick up her sword and use it. She is equipped by the power of the Holy Spirit. She is trained daily in the easy yoke walking and working alongside Jesus. Love the Word of God, soldier-princess. Be more familiar with it than anything else you own, even your cell phone.

What are you doing to train yourself to use your sword?