Do you ever laugh at yourself? I do.
Today, as I got out of the shower, I thought about the day ahead and wanted to prepare myself. As I usually do, I went through putting on the armor of God, and then chuckled. There I was with nothing on except the armor of God.
Ah, but isn’t that how it should be?
My t-shirt will not clothe me in His righteousness. My sneakers will not carry His gospel to my broken world. My sweat-shirt will stop no fiery darts of the enemy.
And, spiritually speaking, my clothes are not worthy of consideration. Even if I was dressed in battle fatigues with flak-vest and kevlar helmet, it would not protect me in the realm where I do daily battle. But satan and his forces quake before a man (or woman) of God clothed in righteousness, armed with God’s word, shielded by faith.
And God notices too. If I was dressed in Armani, He could not send me where He needs me. But, armed and ready, He can send me anywhere.
Just so no one gets worried. I did put clothes on, too.