For the most part, this past year has been unchronicled. Partly due to the fact that the past season has been full of my sharpening. My red sword has reached a strength, every swing has purpose, every joust is well placed. I have been training with my father.
Salvation comes with trembling.
There is a weight to the violations and the transgressions both against me and by me. My pleas for prayer have been met with angels at my side. Together the heavenly host and I have sorted out the reasons for stoning, the milestones included. I've got a nice little pile stacked up for me, but it's dust in the wind by the breath of my Lord.
His breath is continuous. His breath manifests a pillar before me.
I can't reinvent my religion, it's as singular as the resurrection and only as practical as our reconciliation. The consistency of the King keeps me glad to be alive in the face of anxiety and circumstantial uncertainty. Continuous calamity can only be met by unrivaled joy of the Father. By the cross all things are possible.
If we truly are risen with him
if he calls us Saints
if the Father really does see Christ when he see's us
if he declares Christ to be who we are
If that, then thus;
Our identity is secure. Sin has no hold on us, Sin has no authority over us, Sin is not even of us. Do saints sin? We must separate our Identity from our carnal natures. Surely we still sin, but sin is not from our establishment as sons of God; and that is surely our true nature, our true self. I have cast off the term sinner. I am a Saint.
With this revelation, I have finally seen my shield. My faith has come to a culmination in this, I am a Son of God. The shield of faith may not be large, but within the mysterious wood there is a double portion of deep magic to keep me safe. I am protected.
My faith was not missing throughout my life, Christ- the Author of my Faith- was protecting my back as journeyed through the dark.
As my red sword shines in full brilliance, the word of God (which is spirit) illuminates the fullness of these caves. The enemy does not approach unseen. Within the bride I am fully equipped to defend myself against the enemy. Not only thus, but with authority, to speak life and vitality into God's faithful elect.
The phrase, To Fight The Sun, was purposed to refer to the futileness of resisting God. The sun is life-giving, and beyond the scope of the power of a man. In the same way, God desires to only pour our life from himself, and he makes men like blades of grass. Greater knowledge of him brings a conviction to greater faith and trust. I was born naked, now I am clothed by the armor of God. In full awareness I am equipped.
I am restored. I am reconciled. I am resolved.
I am new.
Onto Aslan's Land.
