I have walked with Jesus for 36 years. So it shames me to make this admission. But the reality is, I haven’t been very cooperative on the journey. Much of my heal-digging and fist-shaking probably stems from one thing.
I don’t want an enemy.
I have spent some time in the Word along the way. God makes lots of promises that the life and sacrifice of Jesus totally backs up. But I can’t find where He promises no enemies. In fact, I find the opposite. He promises tribulation from the world, my flesh, demons, satan.
I still don’t want an enemy.
I want my steps of faith to be met with blessing, encouragement, praise from others. And, I confess I have received some of these. But, most of what I see, what I focus on, is the condemnation, the discouragement, the criticism.
I could say that is what I think I deserve. Truthfully, I think it reflects more on my image of God.
I can say with Paul that I am the worst of sinners. But, I think I hear such negativity because I don’t believe God loves me.
But, He does. He is mighty to save. He is my strong tower. His thoughts toward me are for healing and hope. And He will take the field of battle with me.
Because, like it or not….
I have an enemy.