Monday, March 25, 2013

Dangerous Work

I knew taking the job leading this company in a war torn country not yet settled was dangerous. I had been robbed & threatened, but the Lord had kept my home safe until that day.

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They must have entered the house silently for they were upon us before we could defend ourselves. Not knowing what else to do I shouted, "Lord, I call your warriors to defend us now." Suddenly the room was filled with half a dozen beings. The 10 foot ceilings were just tall enough to contain their height. The impossibly tall men-like creatures were wrapped in armor reminding me of Roman centurion costumes I had seen. These however glowed with a bronze light. Their spears seemed to vibrate with the energy coming from them.

The mercenaries that had been set upon us stood with jaws gaping and arms laying as dead men at their sides. Their weapons barely held up with the slight tension left in their fingers. The leader gathered himself and with a voice that can only be termed stupid courage said, "Boys these will go down with a bullet just like any other. Raise your weapons."

As they did so a noise that I assumed to be a voice emanated from on of the beings, "Do not be fool hardy. Save yourselves from this fate that will end in death. I see your hearts quaking within you. Do not follow this path. Choose another."

A second voice emanated from the opposite side. The steel in the voice was nearly palpable, "Turn and leave this place. Save your life to the benefit of your eternal soul."

The stupid courage spoke again, "Turn and I will shoot you where you stand."

I could see the doubt crossing the faces of the men caught in the middle of this impossible stand off. Then my eyes began to see something else. I saw the darkness gathering at their feet and growing up around their legs like vines. I felt the wisps of hatred and violence slipping through the lines of God's warriors. My heart shuddered within me, but a voice whispered to me, "Speak to it. Demand it to leave. Call Jesus into this place and Satan must flee. This is the power you have."

I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding. The darkness grew and began to cover their chest. I knew my time to speak was growing thing. I opened my mouth to speak and the darkness reached out to me. Six spears pinned the darkness before I saw them move. My voice came out softly at first, but grew strong with sure usage. "Jesus, I ask you to enter this place. Repel the darkness growing on these men. Bring your light here so that no darkness is left. Lord Jesus come."

As I closed my mouth, I saw the darkness tremble under the point of the spear. I saw a light coming from the spears and cracking the darkness. The light gained strength as my faith grew in the ability of these beings and my Savior. The darkness shattered with a deafening silence. The pieces fell to the ground as the light streamed down from the ceiling. The absence of sound made the filling of light more tangible. The mercenaries were trapped in a war of their disbelief and their eyes. I could see the darkness flee as the light fell over a few. I could see the darkness cling to those where the light was slowly dripping.

I opened my mouth again not sure of what would come out, "Lord Jesus fill their heart with your light, your love, and your life. Don't let them walk out of here with this darkness clinging to them."

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Professionally Single, Part 3

"Are you an aspiring writer?"

"It's not in my plan. Of course if you ask most others in my life, I don't have much of a plan."

"Why is that?" Noelle asked becoming genuinely curious about this man.

"I'm 27 and have yet to settle into one job. I have one college degree, but I'm currently pursuing another one. I have tried the normal route of college and a steady job that leads you 'somewhere in the company.' I hated it, so I'm going back to art school. I have no clue where that will lead me, but I love my life."

Noelle smiled. "It's amazing how life blossoms when we move into the roles that were made for us."

"More wonderful words from the most eloquent single girl in the city. You have managed to give me words and validation that I haven't found previously. Normally conversations with family and old friends goes as such:

'Are you married?'
'No.'
'Oh. A girlfriend then?'
'No.'
'Well you are with the ladies, right?'
'Not like that.'
'Do you have a boyfriend?'
'No. I'm just single.'"

Noelle giggled knowing those conversations all too well.

"So anyway, you've given me much better words than that."

"Thanks. It's good to know that my words are making a difference for my readers. Some days I am convinced that the only people reading my column are the voyeurs."

"Oh there are probably plenty of those. I have plenty of voyeurs in my own life. I suppose all single people do. People seem to think that if you are single they should get to know everything about your life. You however are doing all of us singles a favor because we have an advocate for us. What made you decide to speak out about this?"

"I was tired of those conversations. I was looking for some reason to make it 'okay' that I was single. You know like people would stop bothering me if I was supposed to be single. When I began writing, I found that I have many opinions about singleness and society. The more I wrote, the more people responded. I went from a lowly ad saleswoman to a staff writer that is talking to a fan of her writing. There are benefits to being professionally single."

Their conversation flowed on pleasantly as it is apt to do amongst people of similar temperament and station in life. Noelle felt appreciated as a single woman. She was thankful that her singleness mattered.