Spiritual Battle
Lately I have been awakened to the fact that we live in a spiritual battle - something has been putting me off writing all my thoughts, feelings and prayers here lately and thye more that I think about it I kow that it is the devil keeping me from pressing forwards. This is often the only way that I can express my own thoughts and feelings and in stopping me writing and unloadfing my heart he is heeding my pathway to the Father. I have decided not to be beaten, I will press forward.
Prehaps the experience that showed me this spiritual battle so clearly was the other Friday nights Street pastors. I have been against going for months feeling that it was too dangerous a place to be on Friday night as a 22 year old female, however I wanted to see what ll the hype was about. I agreed to go with Keithy, knowing that then I wouldnt be pressurised into joinging immediatly.
The date was set and I started to look forward to it. That day every concieveable thing went wrong (was the day described in the previous post), J left, I had an encounter with a student that I would rather have not had, a lady on the phone wound me up etc…. small things mainly that normally would not have caused me concern. I knew it was the devil but failed to recognise it in time.
Driving the SP it got worse, seeing the people p;ile on the streets I was stressing this wasnt the thing to be doing. I parked (eventually!!) and started walking to the church, I became awrare that tonight would be hard and I needed to pray on my own and put mu armour on. Asd I did i relaised the antics of the day had been the devil tryong to stop me from going. I stood against it knowing that we were going out in His authority to make a difference.
11pm came and we left the safety of the church for the streets, I felt an idiot in my coat when people were out in nothing but I felt authority. I felt that I was suppost to be there, I was allowed, I walked in authority. It was immense. His prwsence was evident even amongst the atmosphere on a Friday night on the streers anbd clubs.
The night only got better. We would stand and pray over situations, situations which were violent looking but its as if we were invisable - peiople didnt approach us with vilenece or anything, amazing!! Small acts of kindress were greatly appreciated.
One lady stood at the taffic lights at 3am hailing down a taxi to no avail. We walked her to the taxt rank and she grabbed my hand for security once she was assured who we were. She squeesed my hand so tight it was red, and all she could say was thanks, thanks. When she got in the taxi she pulled me to close to hug her - I know Jesus loves her and will work in her becausde of our small act of taking her to the taxi - wouldnt Jesus have done the same?
The evening came complete with laughter and seriousness - one girl had to be sent to hospital after it was suspected someone had spiked her drink, it makes me think what would have happened if people like us were not there - she could never have made it home. Laughs were also in abdunace as we mixed with the homeless on the streets and saw Scooby Doo and Wilma pile into a taxi. There is no better way to spend an evening than being his hands and feets.
Even though Im learning No at the moment, im saying Yes to this. My heart is there and Jesus is teaching me that this is a step of faith, and a step in which he will expland me and help me walk in obidemnce and relationshipo with him. It shows how far Ive cme since that evening on the town where I spent hours in bed having convulsions…. if that wasnt a spiked drink I dont know what it was.
Only jesus will prevail. My Jesus. He will reign in the hearts of all ion the streets - if not today, soon. They will find him and SP is just one way of speeing that process up - showing people who need it the oractical love of Christ, After all Jesus wuld be out there in a SP jacket anyday - he already is. He goes way before us.
Thank you Lord.
