What does it mean to call ourselves a Christian? Really, think about it, what does “Christianity” really resemble? By looking at the world, it would seem as if being a “Christian” only means we believe Jesus Christ was God’s son who died for us so that we might live, right?
Being a Christian means we live a life like Jesus Christ lived, we act like Jesus acted, we believe what Jesus believed and we stand on the Word of God the way Jesus did as best we can.
So, why is it so few Christians look anything like Jesus?
“An army of sheep led by a lion will always defeat an army of lions led by a sheep.” -Dr. Myles Monroe
The Lord refers to Himself as two animals within the Word, the Eagle, king of the air, and the Lion, king of the land. Since God is within us, we can view ourselves as both.
I once saw a video of a lion and a crocodile having a standoff. The crocodile was threatening to come out of the water and steal the lion’s food, the lion stood his ground and roared. This went back and forth for several minutes before the crocodile eventually slunk back into the water and disappeared.
What is most interesting about this interaction is that a lion’s bite is 600 pound-force per square inch (PSI), a crocodile’s bite is 5,000 PSI. In reality, the crocodile could have destroyed the lion, but that didn’t matter to the lion, the lion knew who he was and what he was capable of, the crocodile did not.
Several years ago, the Lord ended a Word to me with, “Like the lion, let your roar be heard throughout the land”. This started my captivation for these big cats. What I find fascinating is that I am not alone in my captivation. Over the past year, I have seen many preachers, speakers and bloggers, primarily female, use the lion as a symbol they discuss throughout their speeches, posts or testimonies.
It’s been several weeks since I’ve written anything, but this morning I felt inspired to finally pull out my laptop and write what God has placed on my heart.
While praying for the Remnant I saw a camp with soldiers resting throughout. Some were sitting up, others were laying down, but it was clear everyone within the camp was recovering from an exhausting battle.
I then saw a Captain begin to walk throughout the camp and tell the soldiers that the time of recuperation was about to end and they were going to be sent back into the fight, for the battle was still raging not far away.
I then thought of Joshua. Right in the beginning of the book God tells Joshua,
“My servant Moses is dead; now, therefore, arise.” -Joshua 1:2
A family member was taken to the hospital. The initial report was not good, in fact, it was dire. My typical reaction to any type of extreme news, good or bad, is to go to the Lord, but as I sat in my apartment, worship music playing in the background, I found I couldn’t find any words to speak to Him.
My heart was heavy, my mind a jumble. My phone rang with people checking in, but I couldn’t talk because to talk would lead to tears and I didn’t want to risk falling apart.
This morning, while praying for the impossible to become possible, the words, “but God” came to mind.
Not two minutes ago, a friend text a prayer group and ended her message with, “but God!”
I vaguely remembered writing a post not long ago, of course, named But God.
After reading it, I felt encouraged and hopeful that although the waters are rising, the waves crashing, the lightning striking and the thunder rolling, and although the impossible seems to only be becoming more impossible, I have one clear thought piercing through the darkness…BUT GOD.
My thoughts often turn to the season we are in as a country, as a church and as a Remnant. With the election less than four weeks away I find I am praying for November 3, 2020 more than I have ever prayed for a day in my entire life.
I do not believe we are in a season we in the 21st century have ever witnessed. I firmly believe the outcome of the election will dictate our daily lives like we could never imagine. Whatever news we wake up to on November 4, 2020 will change us forever, if we like it or not.
I spent most of last week listening to testimonies of individuals who have experienced, either firsthand or through loved ones, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) concentration camps. While listening to the testimonies, I often thought, “how is it possible this is happening yet nobody is talking about it?”
Several days ago, while partaking in a conference call regarding the future of our country, the country I love, the country I adore, the country I would sacrifice myself for and the country God gave us as a gift, I became overwhelmingly aware of how important this 2020 election is.
With the DNC and RNC conventions over, I would like to make a statement on the 2020 election.
This post is to Christians who are “on the fence” when it comes to who to vote for in November, to the Christians who are listening to the main stream media and believing the lies that are spewed out every moment of every day, to the Christians who think we have a choice this election. Unfortunately, there is no choice to be made, this election is black and white, right or wrong, freedom versus captivity.
To preface this post, I would like to say that anyone who does not believe the Word is a living document and just as powerful today as it was when Jesus and the apostles walked the earth, will not agree, or understand, what I have to say.
Last week, while putting a mask on for the first time since the coronavirus fiasco began, I felt my stomach drop. To fly you now must wear a face covering, but that didn’t change my feelings of defeat when I positioned the mask over my mouth before boarding the plane.
When I placed the mask upon my face, I felt small, belittled, obedient to something other than my King.
God created me, us, to speak, to sing, to pray, so to mute and muddle that ability seems wrong, almost sinful.