I was sitting in my bedroom one evening while Jeff was out being Jeff, leading a Bible study or hanging out with some university students. I was home taking care of our three little ones and in an instant I knew there was evil in my children’s bedroom. I ran, RAN to their room, knowing I wouldn’t SEE anyone, but also knowing I would FEEL something. It was a spiritual thing, the presence of evil hovering over and near my babies. And I went all Mama Bear (you mothers out there know what I’m talking about) and whipped out the only weapons I had – prayer and scripture. I won’t go in to too many more details of that night except that I did battle on behalf of my little ones in the spiritual realm. It confirmed to me something I knew before but really KNEW afterwards…The enemy isn’t afraid of getting personal.
If you’ve seen any superhero movie, you know the drill. In the middle of some big battle in a city center, the enemy nabs the superhero’s one weakness – the love of their life. Lois Lane to Superman, Mary Jane Watson to Spiderman, Roxanne Ritchie to Metro Man (From the underappreciated Megamind) – using them as a hostage or bait. In so doing, the villain refuses to fight fair, to keep it professional and to deal with the superhero directly. The villain gets personal, bringing in innocent family members and escalating the stakes immeasurably.
It would be great if our enemy would fight us in the neutral places. If he would deal with us directly. But he isn’t afraid of grabbing those we love, those innocents in our webs of relationships and using or even harming them in the battle. He has no sense of decency, no sense of fairness, no sense of reasonable boundaries of conflict. He is like the terrorist who doesn’t care what level of collateral damage he brings, as long as his message gets through. When I became a believer, whether I realized it or not, I signed up for battle. I became a combatant. If I am to grow in my faith, I expect resistance. What I didn’t realize is that this means it also puts my kids, my marriage, my friends and those I love in the crosshairs. It’s personal, baby!
This forces me to trust God, not just with my own life, but with those I love – and this escalates things exponentially. I’ve found that I don’t really mind trusting God with me, but with my babies? Sometimes I’m not so sure. This reveals an area of my faith that requires some work. Funny how when Satan decides to use a tactic he is sure will work, it actually forces more spiritual depth in my life. It becomes Romans 8:28 in full color in my life.
In addition to those we love, he hits us in our most personal of issues. Those things in the deepest parts of us. That we almost NEVER reveal to others. You know what they are. They are the places covered in shame and embarrassment and humiliation.
The alcoholic parent. The words from a loved one that cut to the heart. Rejection by someone who should love you but chose not to love you. Guilt over a past mistake. The addiction. Shame from something done to you that was so unspeakable you can’t…well, speak about it. The sin that has conquered you again and again and you have to hide it just to cope.
The enemy goes here every time. To the most personal and private places, knowing that if He can break our hearts, He limits how well we love and trust God. His phaser is most definitely not turned to stun.
He also knows that hitting us here automatically drives us to isolation, away from the protection of the body of Christ. Since we don’t want anyone to know the ammunition He is using, we put ourselves in an even more vulnerable place by trying to face him alone.
He is the villain who gets personal.




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