ARE YOU a giant killer?
Before you answer, consider the giant.
It’s that horrible thing you’ve been avoiding. You know it. Big. Ugly. Mean. It’s so obvious that it’s a giant.
If you’re not afraid of it, it’s not the giant. Instead it’s a distraction. A child’s war game. Meanwhile, the real giant laughs at you you. He mocks you.
And when you finally turn to face him, YOU ARE AFRAID. Why? Because he could kill you.
The giant says:
“Little man. Look how pathetic you are. Look at everything against you. Look at me. I’ll rip you to shreds. You don’t stand a chance. Your dreams are lost. That thing you call faith? A fairy tale. Save yourself, and let’s stop this nonsense now. Give up, little man. Stop fighting, and you won’t get hurt. In my world, I bring only pain.”
“Your dreams are done with. I’m not going to let it happen. Don’t you see? Game over.”
FEAR FILLS YOUR NOSTRILS AND CHOKES YOU. You want to run away. Far away. You’ve wandered so far into the wilderness that you suddenly stop in the dark. Panic, trembling. Is he right? What in the world was I thinking? What am I doing here in this strange land? My wife, kids, bills piling up, taxes, food, the grass a mile high, paint chipping off the walls, the rent due, car broke, a city of violence and hate, my addictions, my weakness, my shame… this is not how it’s supposed to be — all black, all wrong, my world crumbling to pieces…
“There, there little man. That’s right. Just hand it over. Hand over your small faith. Just give up.”
Is it all just a lie, some crazy dream? The sensation penetrates your soul… it drips poison into a sacred place. Physical discomfort. The temptation to let it close in overwhelms you. Your accuser seduces you. No more dreams. No more hope. Lights out.
So you fall. You fall down to your knees. Humiliated. Tears of pain and defeat soak the earth. Yet somehow, almost unthinking, in this dark moment, this dark night of your soul, unexpectedly you cry out. You barely even recognize yourself, your voice. It’s a voice that’s been kept silent for far too long. Centuries even. The cry builds and erupts from the deepest core of your being. It’s a pure spiritual cry… A CRY OF ANGUISH. A CRY OF WAR.
A CRY OF COMPLETE DEPENDENCE ON GOD ALMIGHTY. THE LIVING GOD OF ABRAHAM, ISSAC AND JACOB.
Then, out of the darkness, the great hands of Father God reach out to you. He lifts you up. He holds you tight. His Son – the Lion of Judah – fills you with his mighty Spirit.
God speaks to you. He says, “I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS. YOU WILL KILL THE GIANT. TAKE HIM DOWN.”
Every man of God must face the giant. There are no easy answers here. God gives you what you need for the task. BELIEVE IN THIS. Tighten up your boot straps and come out swinging. Fight hard. NEVER give up. NEVER.
God enters the door of pain and fear. He seals it shut. This gives you supernatural courage. You become steel against the enemy. You go forth like a lion. You engage in combat. YOU LAY THE GIANT LOW.
Pick up the weapons of the Spirit… the Word of God, the Shield of Faith, Prayer… they are there waiting for you. Lift them up again.
God’s love is so intense, it burns you, it consumes you. You exit the process a new man. Purified.
A GIANT KILLER IS BORN. Not because of who you are, but WHO you walk with.
SIN IS DEFEATED.
FAITH BURNS WITH THE HEAT OF A MILLION SUNS.
FOR YOU HAVE BEEN FORGIVEN. YOU ARE LOVED.
Hear CHRIST’S victory cry:
THIS IS MY BODY, THIS IS MY BLOOD… TAKE.
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