The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.
All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.
1 Samuel 17:47
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.
All of my life in Christ, I have been taught this: Our fight is not with people. Our battle is with spiritual forces who are out to piss in our cheerios. The battle belongs to God and he will fight for us.
This is true.
All these things are true.
And maybe I’m just a twisted sister, but I’ve always added an addendum: God will fight for me, if I’m in the right and have done everything right according to scripture.
And I obsess over this.
If I am in a disagreement with someone, if someone is angry with me or if I even suspect someone is angry with me, I obsess over every detail of the situation. After all, God will only back me up if I’m right, right?
Hard to believe as it is, sometimes I don’t see eye to eye with other Christians. This happens for multiple reasons ranging from “I’m a prideful monster” to “they’re a festering anus.” When you’re at war with someone who is not one of your sisters or brothers in Christ, *sarcasm* obviously God will be on your side because you’re on his side and that other person is a hell-bound, sin-baby. But whose side does God take when your war is with someone who is ALSO on God’s side?
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo. Catch a brother by the toe. If he repents, let him go.
How does God choose whose side to take when he fights for us? The bible says he’s gonna fight for us. So which one of us does he fight for? Obvi, he chooses the brethren or sistren who is the most righteous and who is clearly the most biblically and scripturally right. This is why it’s SOOOOO important to be caught up on doctrine, really know your B-I-B-L-E (that’s the book for me), and practice your theological knowledge prowess at all potlucks, life groups, family gatherings that include sinful relatives, and times when you trap a newcomer in that inescapable corner in the foyer at church.
That was sarcasm.
THOSE WERE BAD IDEAS.
Here’s the truth that was revealed to me as I walked into Walmart to buy strawberries:
Wait for it…
God is on BOTH of our sides. *GASP!*
Even if we’re wrong. *DOUBLE GASP!*
We’re probably both wrong. *GASP GASP GASP!!!*
He’s on the side of the evil, hell-loving sinner we are hypothetically in a fight with too. *A LOT OF GASPS!*
Ok. No more gasping. I’m getting winded.
Brennan Manning said this:
While I’m stewing in my tower of self-righteousness, secure in my ability to live rightly better than everyone else, God is loving me. And he’s loving the person I’m fighting with in my mind and heart. And he’s fighting for me. And he’s fighting for them too. And he’s fighting for the sin-babies too.
God fights my battles for me whether I’m right or wrong. Whether I’m righteous or sinful. Whether I love him or not.
He’s not fighting against the person I believe so clearly deserves to feel ashamed and repentant. He’s fighting against the spiritual forces whizzing in my cheerios. He’s fighting against my selfishness, pride, greed, gluttony, and hate. He’s battling the forces that want his children to tear each other apart limb from limb. He’s battling the forces that want to keep his creation, his beloved ones, in the dark.
His fight is with the withered foliage and dead branches. He’s pruning me. He’s pruning you.
(I say as I slowly spin around to face you in my opulent, plush, faux-leather [cruelty free, baby] desk chair, my large, Persian cat purring loudly, relaxed but not asleep, my fingers pressed together lightly in steeple formation under my chin.)
This idea changes things. For me, at least.
Now when I’m hurt, wounded, depressed, angry, scared, instead of taking comfort in the fact that I did everything right and can stand before God with a clear conscience, I will take comfort in the fact that I even if I did everything wrong, I can stand before God, secure in the knowledge of his love, secure knowing he’s fighting for me.
And that person… my sister, my brother… the “sinner”… God is fighting for them too and he loves them too. We’re all, ALL OF US, in the same boat. The love boat. He loves us all the same. And he’s fighting for all of us the same.
I don’t have much more to say. I could quote a bunch of scripture but honestly I’m too lazy.
God is fighting for you BUT NOT BECAUSE YOU’RE RIGHT AND THEY’RE WRONG. He’s fighting for you because he loves you. Even if you’re a festering anus or a prideful monster. He loves us as we are and not as we should be. Because no one is as they should be. He’s fighting cheerio-pissing-in spiritual forces and he’s fighting your own pride and sinful nature, pruning you. He’s fighting darkness NOT PEOPLE.
I don’t know, but that’s pretty comforting to me.
Thanks for reading. Peace out, prideful monsters. XOXOX