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Knock Out Sin




Let’s get ready to rumble!


Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses. - 1 Timothy 6:12


Are you getting your pink or blue boxing gloves out everyday to fight your flesh? Are you pouncing in the corner of the worldly ring ready to K.O. Satan’s lies? 


I feel like todays generation has set their gloves aside and spiders have covered them with their webs of laziness. 


I feel like today’s generation has stopped practicing their punching combinations to knock out futile failure. They have stopped working out muscles that build faithful strength. 


Ding, ding, ding!

In one corner…Satan’s division. In the other corner…marriage. 


Fight for your marriage! Don’t let pride pin you in the corner with defeat. I believe pride and miscommunication are major tactics in flattening marriage. Satan is the one that should be flattened as you and your spouse shake hands and walk away in a “love tie”. 


Ding, ding, ding!

In one corner a darkened shadow of sin stands…in the other corner stands a spirit of righteousness. 


Punch your flesh back into the corner before it even has a chance to win a boxing round. Block and knock out evil before the shades of sin pin you at the ropes. Do not let the shadow of sin get past your sight line. Watch fervently the steps and movements and how darkness bobs. Clobber sin before it attaches to your soul and the spirit of righteousness will stand with toned strength. 


Let’s all get ready to rumble everyday to fight the good fight. Let’s all put on our boxing gloves and lace them up tightly to knock out Satan, his lies, deceit, and schemes. Block and stop any evil that comes from the corner of the worldly boxing ring. If you fall, get up swinging and shouting until your final round and your prize is Heaven. 

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