I Have A Weapon

These past few weeks have been quite a time of introspection. With the volatile happenings in our nation and on the heels of COVID19, I have had much to process. I have become increasingly aware that social media, for me, has been another thread of the negative and tumultuous fabric of our times. I fully and confidently know that our God is still in control of this jungle. I also know He is moving and working, which is why Satan is trying so hard to destroy our nation, our world, and even our relationships. But my God is greater. I love this verse in Psalms 93:3-4: “The floods have risen up, Oh, LORD. The floods have roared like thunder. The floods have lifted their pounding waves. But mightier than the violent raging seas, mightier than the breakers on the shore, the LORD above is mightier than these.”

Lately, I have wondered what part social media should play in my life. I am broken by the pain and hurt and despair I so often see in the posts of others. And God has reminded me of something. Although I don’t fully understand it, He has given us a most powerful weapon against the enemy: prayer! I know I have not employed this weapon to its full power, but I want to. I am crying out that Satan and his sickness and his destruction and his division are defeated in our lives and in our world. I am crying out to our Father Abba God to heal our nation, to heal our relationships, and that healing begins within my own heart. Part of my cry is a confession on my part of any sin that He points out, and also a confession of our nation’s sins. He is a God of reconciliation. And I want to be a part of that mending. “If my people, which are called by my name, will humble themselves, pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” (II Chronicles 7:14)

I pray for those ravaged physically, emotionally, and economically by COVID19. I pray for their healing. I also pray for my black and brown communities who have been ravaged physically, emotionally and economically by the atrocities of racism. I pray for their healing. And I pray for our local law enforcement officers and families who have been ravaged by the assaults of people who have lumped them all in with the bad. I pray for their healing. So much hurt. And yet, there is so much hope – for a better, stronger, loving world. Our God is, after all, the prince of peace. He is love and joy and justice and mercy and truth. That sounds way better than hate and fear and destruction and division. We have been given a weapon, a powerful weapon, a weapon of prayer. And this weapon brings life and unity and light. So, although many times I view social media as poison, today I view it as a window into the rooms of need... and I pray. Will you join me?