Who do you think you are anyway?
You’re just a random girl with a common dream.
You know you’ll be misunderstood.
Like a relentless housefly on a hot summer day, he’s the pesky accuser, forever seeking to edge his way between my head and my heart. He holds court, as if the “Truth, whole Truth, and nothing but the Truth” would entertain his arguments. Satan. Father of lies, counselor of confusion.
I suspect I’m not the only one who sometimes lacks a pest-deterring screen door on the foyer of her mind.
Oh, but Jesus.
The sandal-wearing, dusty-footed flesh of God steps right through the pages of Matthew, looks me square in the spirit, pats the ground beside Him, and draws me into the scene. Sitting among the ancients, the first-called, the disciples whose names I’ve recited since the days of ponytails and popsicles, I listen as if to hear my newborn’s first cry, or my teen’s tires hit the moonlit drive at curfew.
With one simple directive, Jesus hollers, “Order in the court”, authoritatively dismantling Satan’s case. As the trusted few who were privy to the breath of his voice gather near, He instructs: “What I whisper in your ear, shout from the housetops for all to hear.”(10:27,NLT)
Taking a heavenly flyswatter to the accuser, His words bring clarity, affirmation, purpose.
With soft, careful strokes, my mind’s eye sketches Him warmly huddling the disciples around his weary human body, dust kicking up in the air as they settle. Sitting cross-legged, shade trees stretched green above, He leans in, urging them to glean by the armloads these private treasures He’s imparted.
Then—deep brown eyes of the Messiah meeting wide eyes of His beloved, He smiles: “Here’s the best part! Guys in the back, listen up! Take these truths, elevate them, scatter them—feed my sheep this Bread of Life.”
Oh, the timeless beauty of the Living Word. A mandate from antiquity catching us up in its tide as our generation carries the whispers of a Savior on to the next. Still huddling us close, Defender-of-our-souls’ gaze catching ours, He speaks into our lives in personal ways—advancing His Word from the gables of our times.
Satan wants nothing more than to strip our confidence in the ability to recognize the tone of the Divine Whisper.
If he can get us to believe the paralyzing “You have nothing to offer” lie, he renders a jury of onlookers deaf to our testimonies, removing our witness from the stands, leaving weakness and inadequacy to falsely testify in our stead.
Oh, but, take heart! The pesky accuser has been overruled by one confounding, yet crucial, fact—our presumed lack is the very thing that enables us, for God’s power is made perfect in our weakness.
Whatever He has uniquely whispered into your spirit—don’t be afraid to stand in that calling. Boldly speak His heart from the risers of your life.
Satan has no authority in the courthouse of your calling. Your qualification is not based on worldly measures, but is solely based on the One who took you aside, graced your cheek with the warmth of His breath, and invited you into the adventure with Him.
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