I’ve spent a good deal of the last two weeks working on publicity campaigns for books on Generals Patton and Eisenhower … so, needless to say I’ve spent a good deal of time thinking and reading about war (the type you fight with guns and explosives, on an actual battlefield, that is … God knows I spend enough time thinking and talking about spiritual warfare). So, naturally, my mind went where my mind always goes … to the war going on in my heart and in the hearts of damned near every man walking.
I know, I know … another war analogy? Really? Does he think this is original? Hell, I know it’s not original. I’ve already done it twice myself. But, they’re easy, they make a helluva lot of sense and on this particular weekend, 66 years ago, thousands of the bravest men this country (or the world, for that matter) will ever know stared down death, stormed the beaches at Normandy and ripped Europe – and maybe the world – from the clutches of evil. So, yes … another war analogy. At least admit that it’s topical.
Anyhow, as I sat working, reading, talking about World War II, I also stewed about things that were at work in my heart. Things that were going on in my life. And, as I talked to a colleague, I shared with him what I’ve long known and what I think all of us, as men, know. Something I’ve written about dozens of times and have been talking about with other men for years. That we’re at war.
Every moment of every day.
We have lust in our hearts. We’re disappointed in our jobs and in our spouses and in our kids and in ourselves. We’re angry that our lives haven’t turned out the way we thought they would. We idolize possessions and status. We harbor anger and resentment. We’re addicted to gambling and alcohol and pornography. And what we have to realize is, that in every one of those instances and a thousand others, Satan has planted a flag in our hearts … set up camp. A place from which to operate. A place from which he executes his plans … commands his troops, if you will.
Our hearts, in case you haven’t figured out where I’m going with this by now (and, surely to God you have … if not, keep that to yourself), are Normandy.
And our sons storming that beach and willingly shedding their blood, as I
mentioned earlier and as everyone knows, is what turned the tide … what won the war. Until then? A hopeless proposition. Lost. Like me. Like you.
Listen, dudes. It’s like this – you might think you’re man enough to overcome what it is that’s killing you a little bit inside every day all by yourself. But, the sooner you realize one thing, the better off you’ll be – you’re not.
In fact, the manliest thing you could do is to own up to that … and just lay it all down. There’s one Son – and one Son only – who is capable of invading your heart and taking it back for you. And His blood’s already been shed.
3 For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. 4 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, 5 casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself … 2 Corinthians 10:3-5