Faith & Encouragement

Stand

February 25, 2009

Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

And having done all… Stand.

All.  Hapas.

1) quite, all, the whole, all together, all

After you have done all.  Just stand.

Be kept intact.  Do not waiver.  To set or place in a balance (as in weighing money).  To be immovable.

Histemi.

Stand.

I love it that Paul doesn’t command us to say eloquent things, make lengthy speeches, convince everyone we are right or worth their effort.   Simply.   Put on the armor, stand up and stay there.

Even as the evil day approaches.

Sometimes I think we get caught up in the Evil Day to such an extent we forget the struggle of the lesser evil day.  Little “e”, little “d”.

I’ve had an evil day.   Don’t need anyone to feel obligated to call me.   Just sayin’ it out loud.  Even a new rice cooker with white/brown/steam/cook/warm settings failed to remove the stench from my day.

So, in a pique of frustration and feeling very much at the end of myself, I cried out to the Lord and demanded, “How can I survive this?”

And you know what He answered?

Bet you guessed.

Stand.

I can almost hear my Dad.   “No slouching!”

  • Ugh. I hear you on the wretched day. So you just stand there and I’ll cover you with prayer.

  • AJW308

    I just got back from a meeting with a Parent Advocate. She has an autistic son and two years headstart on us. She was passing some information and advice to us.

    Under her suit jacket, she had a “Celebrate Neurodiversity” tee-shirt with the rainbow colors. If you didn’t know her story, you’d jump to the wrong conclusions about her sexuality (she’s happily married) and political leaning.

    Just so happened, we were meeting in a local Starbucks, where lo and behold, some freaky people came and and the overly large women with the piercings expressed appreciation in her wearing the shirt.

    Under her suit jacket, you could only see “elebra rodiversi” and the colors. Of course people were jumping to the wrong conclusions.

    My associate asked the woman what she did. Her response was that she was the local Empress of the O.C.C.[garbled something].

    “Oh, what’s that?” asked the woman with the shirt.

    *garbled*occult*garbled* was What I heard and that was enough. I prayed, silently, for the God who sent His Son to die for us, that we may live to bind any and all unclean things in our midst. I didn’t want to hear any evil. Not one thing.

    The Empress was at a blank. She couldn’t remember what she did, exactly. Perhaps something with 501(c)3’s maybe, like getting funding. All she could do was tell us that she helped the local abused Women’s shelter get financial aid.

    When we got in the car, my wife explained how she though it was odd that the woman couldn’t remember most of what she did. That’s when I told her about my prayer and it made sense to her.

    Moral of the story: Do as God commanded and pray unceasingly, not only for friends, family, and loved ones, but for your enemies as well.

    So I guess it’s like this: As you pray, stand tall in the victory that is yours.

    The pain, filth, and garbage is merely a temporary distraction.