The Battle to Heaven’s Gate

Sometimes my mind wanders to Heaven’s gate, ‘What’s the point? I just want to go home... Jesus, come back.”

I look at the world around me and see such sinful destruction and people standing beneath loosened boulders, being crushed by unawareness.

The mountains around us are crumbling with ravenous rage. An evil dust plumes, suffocating unknowing lungs that are breathing in every word spoken to them from demons roaming streets.

The world is darkening with a calloused sun that once shone upon God and His righteousness. The sun dips lower with every hand upon the grandfather clock, bringing night into noonday.

The devil whispers...open ears listen with inclusive and broad malignant thoughts...”Come, come fall with me into a pit that will rip your soul out.”

Christians, we are fighting an invisible war, that needs to be recognized and fought with extremity. Pin the unseen enemy with ferocity...open the Bible as evil shakes with despair, share God in conversation as blackness flees, pray power into weakness, ‘fight the good fight’.

My mind wanders for only a minute upon the grandfather clock, then I come and sit with God in reality:

- We are called to be fishers of men

- Fight for souls

- Encourage the lowly in heart

- Run the race with endurance

We have a battle to win, let’s tack our horses with armored light and ride thousands of miles until our duties are done.

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