War begins when two parties who were once in tune begin to have divergent views about an aspect of life in which they once saw through the same eyes. Their song sang in unison, has now become a discord. A change of perspective henceforth becomes a detrimental happenstance.
War is not a favorite of any, and the effects of it are often so obvious that words become unnecessary in trying to describe the situation. In times of war, pictures are enough, and often times, the pictures do not demand a second look. War also more often than not calls for shedding of blood, and they whose blood is shed are considered as heroes. We see this not only in old histories of the martyrs but also in our modern day governments as they struggle to share the pie of democracy. Yes, war brings a wave of fear, lingering on the shorelines of humanity’s heart beat and sending people running for cover in temporary self made mountains of safety.
And so, He who created the heavens and the earth did tell us, “and ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars.” (Matthew 24:6). I like the reality of this passage because it seems that He spoke it as they would happen respectively. From my individual perspective, there seems to be more war in the world today than rumor mongering about war. Man is quick to gather his tools in order to defend himself; too impatient to hear the other side of the story as should be relayed by other fighters in the battle, and slow to show forth the virtue of patience.
Where did war begin? As I ask this important and most relevant question of our time, I do know that you know where war began. War began in heaven! This concept becomes a challenge to understand for the growing Christian because heaven is pure and holy, and the host thereof is perfect! But God gives us answers. So what really happened?
Isaiah gives us a glimpse of the artillery that sounded on the corners of heaven, and what God did since the echoes were not welcome up there. “How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!” (Isaiah 14:12). He reminds us that one made in perfection switched from his God given agenda and started a fight!
What was God to do? As a good Father would, He pleaded with His creation to strive for obedience, but as a stubborn teenager His creation refused His gentle pleas. Time had come for a decision to be made; for there was much at stake. God in His grandiose wisdom had the plan all ready to settle this war before the foundation of the world, but time came for Him practically put His weapons to use. His goal was to keep His children close, and that goal has not changed as the war is still on.
In the banishment of Satan from heaven, God declared His justice and maintained the honor of His throne. But when man had sinned through yielding to the deceptions of this apostate spirit, God gave an evidence of His love by yielding up His only-begotten Son to die for the fallen race. In the atonement the character of God is revealed. The mighty argument of the cross demonstrates to the whole universe that the course of sin which Lucifer had chosen was in no wise chargeable upon the government of God. (The Great Controversy, ch29. The Origin of Evil.)
Let me now introduce you to the “fighting God.” This Rose of Sharon was trampled on the ground, but He did not lose His thorns. He needed the thorns to protect the petals of humanity that He had grown so that any rough hands with the attempt to crush the petals would first be jerked to the reality of a God who protects and guards His own! His petals were crushed under the dust of human feet, but pure love blew the dust away, and that love rose beyond this earth to the heavens, flying in an atmosphere of complete sacrifice so that the petal would bloom again, this time, forever.
This God fights, and He is still fighting in the arena of your heart and mine. The good news is; He has never lost a battle and never will. So why does He need to fight? He needs to fight because the soothing balm of love from His throne is so abundant he yearns to smear it upon the rough edges of the human heart so that we may begin to comprehend His love for us.
This God fights, and He is still fighting in the field of your time and mine! No! We do not own time! He wants us to share time with Him so that as partners in this battle, we may, by seating at His feet, learn the tactics of this winning game.
This God fights, so that He can conquer that wide hole in your heart and mine; taking over it and filling it with treasures that last forevermore.
He is fighting to keep the love alive! Yes! The love is alive, but you and I have learnt some bad games from the enemy’s play field, and God in the abundance of His love, chooses to deliver unto us a fresh package of mercy each morning, that He may tether our heart to His and feed us with food that lasts.
The war He fought is evident on the picture of the cross in your mind’s eye. Words are not enough to describe what happened as each minute counted and Father hung on that rugged piece of wood. As He hung there, cornered like a criminal yet the most innocent and purest of all creation, He stretched forth His bruised and nail pierced hands and said, “I love you this much!” The war is still on, and that love never runs dry. There are two battlefields. The enemy’s assassination camp and Father’s grounds filled with peace.
I want to be found in the presence of the Father, safe and secure upon His grounds of peace, doing His will. I want to be seen taking walks with Him and talking like best friends would because indeed we are best friends. I want to be just where He is, and this time round, the picture will not say it all, because the sceneries of heaven are for now beyond human imagination.
This war called for the shedding of blood for you and me; and the winning price belonged to the greatest hero the world has ever known. When He comes, there will not be a moment to share democratic pies with governments, for He will be the one and only Governor of the whole universe, and His kingdom alone shall last forever. Have no fear, He is near, and has beckoned you to run for cover where He is. Till then, stay with Daddy.
You are safe. Just keep the faith alive!
Into the realm of combat faith you are welcome,
Where the full battle belongs to The Lord,
Where things that seem to get better get worse,
Then you will know that His hand holds the war rod,
Combat faith you must embrace,
A faith not based on the speed of your race,
But fully reliant on His promises it remains,
Breaking all of sin’s entangling chains.
I hope this far you can smell the aroma of His love and be assured that He fights for you!
We are on the winning side.
Written by Beryl Nyamwange