You know why that story I shared yesterday is so huge for me?  It’s huge for me because for most of my life, I was living under this old religious lie that says: Whatever happens, happens.  And the best thing you do, as a Christian, is just keep a good attitude.  I lived under the lie that to be a Christian means you’ll have some pitiful, defeated life.  I learned that living by my emotions is ok.  And at the end of all these un-Biblical, un-Godly beliefs, they’d tack on this: But don’t worry, God’s grace is sufficient for you.  And His grace was sufficient for me, but you know what?  I still lived a defeated life as satan’s doormat.  Once I discovered what God’s Word really said and stopped listening to the doctrine of people’s experiences, I got angry.  And that anger hasn’t left.  Now I’m not talking about the sort of anger that’s based in rage and fear — I’m talking about a righteous anger towards satan and towards those religious lies that kept me in bondage for years.

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I want to tell you a story about what happened to me last night.  I know a lot of the stuff I write on here about God’s Word and believing it and living it might seem like “a lot to ask for” to some people.  “Do you mean we’re actually supposed to live like that?” you might think.  But I can honestly say that about 99% of what I write on here comes from my own life.  And unless I can live it in my own life, I don’t think I have any business telling you to.

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His eyes are piercing. His gaze, unbroken. His face is decorated with a stray cut on his forehead, a stream of dried blood dried between his eyes. His cheeks are bronzed by dirt. His lips are cracked.

He doesn’t know fear, but fear knows him. It calls his name; he doesn’t hear it. It chases him; he doesn’t hide. He rides and the ground trembles beneath him. His fist clenches tight around his inseparable companion: a sword. Splinters from the hilt threaten to pierce his skin but lose every time. His skin is tough and worn, like a piece of good leather that softens and becomes more pliable but never looses its seal.

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