Things keep unfolding, conspiring, pushing, nudging, shoving, interrupting, stopping, and preventing us...this is followed by more nudging, pushing, shoving, etc. Who's doing these things, and why?
The minor events/incidents that happen in our daily life could well be a silent cacophony of heavenly hosts led by the HS trying to help us get to where we need to go, urging us to do things His way on a daily, hourly basis, while the pseudo-real set of fallen heavenly hosts try their darnedest to score the ultimate victory - getting humans to be impenitent i.e. a state of not repenting.
The reason for the above amphigory (something nonsensical especially in an attempted poetic style) is that someone called me Sham instead of Shaun. Some truth to it, perhaps? Some truth to it in all our lives perhaps? The desert fathers would disagree with the latter question/phrasing - they'd maintain that they themselves, and no one else, are shams. Is one in my position allowed to even speak of such things publicly? I wish i didn't have to sanitize these thoughts.
What are we to do then, when faced with the onslaught of those pseudo-real fallen hosts? Take the fight to them! A song immediately comes to mind - Sabine Baring-Gould's verse on spiritual warfare: "Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, with the Cross of Jesus going on before." Martyrs, saints, and confessors trod the steps of Jesus, each having successfully carried their own cross, and it behooves us to follow their brave, unflinching ways. Yes, very tough to enflesh, but with enough sacrifice, it's assuredly feasible.
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