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Verse of the Day: Sunday 27th January 2019
“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.” Ephesians 6:12-13
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Two of our grandchildren are of the age to nurture scabs. That spot or scratch of skin … a remembered leak of blood … a speck enough to scab and heal the scratch. They bring a scab to us: “Look at my poorly (name a body part) granddad.”
Quite often that have to search and squirm to present whatever disappearing dot of healing they have … But try to go near this small insignificance and they will rear back and object loudly. “No granddad it hurts!!”
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The body is wonderful at healing itself. Quite often the presented scar cannot be found. The body no longer giving up a dot of healing now healed. And after more squirming and unsuccessful searching this small human being will confirm, “It’s all better now granddad.”
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood …
But about the “stuff” we do inside our own heads – that we “present to the world” not as healing in progress – but as scabs that will not heal – that must not heal – scabs not of my choice but forced upon me by others – by “you”.
The “It’s not my fault I had no choice” that we nurture and catalogue. Our “hot buttons” we allow the world to press (because if you/they thought anything of us you/they would not press my hot buttons). The …
What about me.
Hot buttons the world cannot see and (usually) has no interest in pressing because “the world” has its own hot buttons that keep being pressed by you/they. The …
What about me.
And as for healing our hot buttons … ? We create a scab that says “That is losing.” Which means “you” are (always) winning. Except we can’t lose – so we have no choice – so we scratch incessantly. Except the scab is just another belief. And as I scratch I pass up any chance of healing.
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood …
I can choose to “scratch scabs” OR to grow healing relationships with real human beings AND my own creation of my own scabs beliefs by connecting (allowing my becoming) with One.
A real world of One: of One relationship with One human being AND One belief that scars me (and others) OR heals me (and others). One scab belief at a time – in the moment – always in the moment – this moment and every moment. Because …
The body is wonderful at healing itself.
Except my “body” is a lifeless lump of flesh without my living brain (and soul) of beliefs. Beliefs I create and allow to EITHER heal OR to scratch. Beliefs that, if I am honest, I pick up and put down like sampling a buffet:
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“I thought you never did (name any scab belief)?” And my response … ? “Oh that … “it’s all better now granddad”.”
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood …
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Why do I wish it was … ?
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This reminds me of the suspicious insect bite inflicted upon me by insect or insects unknown, in our botanic Garden. It left me with a scabby scar than progressed up my thumb until I took it to the doctor for probing. If some nasty eggs might have been laid. Both dr and nurse refused so I came home and did it myself. No eggs but two small fang marks. Where I am in the spiritually scabbed heavenlies? -:)
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