Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes.
My husband, Danny, and I are not sports enthusiasts by any means. However, we do enjoy an occasional football game when our favorite college teams or hometown pros are playing.
Football is a rough sport requiring athletes to wear protective gear to prevent serious injuries.
Helmets. Face masks. Mouth guards. Gloves. Cleats. Shoulder pads. Thigh pads. Knee pads.
The armor beneath the uniform.
Yet, even with all these precautions, injuries can and do occur. It's always sad to see a tackled player unable to get up on his own.
Time is called. The team doctor and trainers rush onto the field. We hold our breath.
How badly is he hurt? Is it his ankle? His knee? His elbow? His hand? His wrist?
Oh, please, not his head!
Did he just have the wind knocked out of him?
Will he be okay . . .?
He's up! Thank goodness!
Limping. Supported on either side. Heading for the sidelines.
The crowd cheers with relief, applauding the player's performance. Wishing him all the best in recovery.
Football may be rough and tough, but so is this game called life. Much more so . . .
Paul's admonition to us to put on the full armor of God each and every day is advice not to be taken lightly.
For, the devil is lurking. Looking for the one chink in our armor he can breach.
To tackle us. Take us down. Injure. Maim. Cripple . . .
Remove us from God's game plan for our lives.
But, like the team physician, there is Jesus. Kneeling at our side. Helping us to our feet. Walking with us to the sidelines where we can rest and renew ourselves in His healing presence.
Safe within the strong armor of His love and His salvation . . .
Are you wearing God's armor today?
Will you pray with me?
Let us carefully clothe ourselves, Father, in your armor. Do not let the devil find our weak spots. Keep us from the trial. deliver us from evil. Amen.
Psalms 24, 29 or 8, 84