First of all, I apologize for the new layout with the banner of a horse race.  It was not intentional at all.  Well, let me take that back.  I was so tired of my old layout that I went so far as to try to resurrect my original Word Press layout… but turns out, it didn’t remember what my old banner was.  So it was intentional.   But the horse race banner was not.

Now that I got that out, I can move on.

It’s Sunday night at 9:30.  And I’m ready to write.  I’m ready to feel and speak and declare and…. cry.  Yes, cry.  The things I want to write about move me to tears.  And yet, so often, I sit down at this blog of mine and think: “What do they want to hear?”  And I don’t even know who they are.  I just know that my best friend reads my blog every single day faithfully and she won’t stop reading no matter what I say.  Beyond that, I’m not aware that anyone else even visits my little corner of the blogosphere.  So what do I have to lose?

Today is the last day of November, which means that it’s the last day of my commitment to write every single day for a month.  But you know what?  I’m not done yet.  Especially since, for so many of those days that I blogged, I was thinking about what they wanted to hear.  I was careful not to ruffle too many feathers or step on any toes.  But I’m pretty much tired of that.  I don’t think God gave me a pen so that I could be diplomatic or politically correct or even nice. I’m tired of nice.  I’m tired of a truth that’s so watered down by “nice” that it has no power.

So let’s get straight to the point.  God has placed so many things in my heart that burn.  And I’m so thankful that they haven’t stopped burning… even though I have, for far too long, tried to set the issues aside to seek more visits on this here blog.

What’s burning in my heart?  Injustice.  Please allow me to elaborate, my friend.

People, Christians and non-Christians alike, are walking around blaming God for the sickness that has invaded their lives and is trying to kill them.  This is injustice.  Sickness is from satan.  When are we going to stop blaming God for what satan is doing?

Terrorism.  Why are we, as Christians, allowing satan to terrorize us?  The evil that took the lives of around 200 lives in Mumbai?  I’m not ok with that.  I’m not ok with the fear that is trying to attach itself to my mind as a result of what happened there.  Terrorism is such an ugly form of injustice.  Let’s put an end to it!  Let’s terrorize satan and send him packing.  Enough is enough.

Economic downfall.  I’m not ok with us, as Christians, succumbing to the downward spiral that the world has fallen into.  Are we not part of a greater Kingdom, a greater economy?  Are we not God’s children?    I’m tired of satan stealing from me.  No more robbery.  No more injustice.

Politics.  I’m not ok with the so many people walking around in political deception.  The election may be over, yes; but the issues are not.  Abortion must end.  We must pray for Barack Obama, that he will have a radical encounter with Jesus Christ, Who is Absolute Truth and Wisdom.  Christians, get off your easy chairs.  Our country is about to engage in battle.  Do not sit down and say: “Well, whatever happens must be God’s will.”  That’s nothing more than a cop-out.  That sword that you’ve got hanging over the fireplace — it wasn’t meant to hang there, it wasn’t meant to be a decoration.  That sword is a tool for battle, a weapon with which to defeat satan, to stop injustice.

Those are just four areas that I’d like to write about.  And they won’t be the only four areas.  There is a list of injustices that is as the day is long.  Poverty.  Hunger.  Child prostitution, sex-trafficking.  Racism.  Genocide.  There is injustice looming in every country, in every city across the world.  So why, you ask, must I talk about the economy and politics when there’s issues as gruesome as sex-trafficking and genocide?  Because I live here. No other reason.  Hunger and poverty and genocide and sex-trafficking burn so deeply in my heart.  I’ve been in lands where that sort of injustice reigns and it sickens me.  But for now, I am here, and I just cannot overlook those resting right under my own gaze - those who have lost jobs and money, those who are sick in their bodies, those who are deceived politically and spiritually.  This country that I’ve been born into has been blessed by God with the resources to put an end to so much of the darkness and evil lurking in Africa and Cambodia and Thailand and India and Mexico.  But first, we’ve got to kick satan to the curb in our own country.  We’ve got to defeat a few Goliaths living in this land, so we can defeat the Goliaths living in other lands.

That, my friends, is why I started this blog.  Hands Frozen to the Sword doesn’t sound like a place to discuss recipes and new movies and the latest fashions, does it?  I named it Hands Frozen to the Sword because a deep cord was struck in my heart when I read about a man named Eleazar in 2 Samuel 23, who stood his ground and struck down his enemy until his hands became tired and froze to the sword.  You and I are called to be like Eleazar.  We are engaging in many battles right now.  And God has given us a sword.  Like I said, we’ve got to stop letting that sword decorate our living room.  The only permissible place for that thing to rest is in the bosom of the enemy.  Let’s cut off injustice in our country.  Let’s terrorize our enemy, satan.  Let’s not back down, sit down or look away any longer.  The time has come for God’s warriors to arise.

Are you ready to take your stand?

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