Sacred Weapons

It was a cosmic invasion. Two millennia ago, our Creator invaded space and time. He who had decreed, “Let there be light” … came to be the light. To lead us out of darkness. To give us the light of life. To give us Himself.

I was the arrogant and volatile warmonger, blindly desperate for a heavenly intervention. I was the wayward rebel who needed to be captured. Myself the last to know the truth, my prognosis was fatal. I supplied only the brokenness. He subdued me, using only the weapons of mercy and kindness. Sacred weapons. Sacred weapons indeed.

And my capture would mean my freedom. Nothing on earth could have liberated me. No philosophy or ethic or power. No slick or sophisticated political maneuver. No impressive religious observance.

But the lover of my soul ran to redeem me. I had spent all of my time distancing myself from His perfections, but He bridged the gap that I couldn’t even see. He embraced a militant enemy. He made me someone new.

And He keeps invading. He cherishes even foolish wanderers like me. Sooner or later, He helps me see what human eyes can’t see.

I see a world in need of what can only be freely received. It can’t be bought or earned. What we need is like the wind. It’s as real as real can be, but it comes from another place.

We need a light in the darkness. We need the one who is the only hope of shepherds and presidents and kings. We need God with us! And, in every corner of our Father’s world, we need an explosion of His grace. We supply only the brokenness.

It’s not yet Christmastime, but the words of an angel army still ring true. They beckon us to a renewed and desperate compassion for a broken and war-torn planet …

“Peace on earth, goodwill to men.”

Pastor Charles