Rescue Operation (Shots Fired)

Somewhere along the margins, behind the enemy lines, in the slumps, in the shadows of the dark, on the quest of finding the precious ones, the lost ones of the heavenly kingdom. Enemy armies orchestrated a siege, they drew an ambush, a plot to raid down this Kingdom trooper. Cut off from all possible supply of hope, in a dim and clouded dungeon where accusations and mental assaults rail like a raging storm, there lies God’s man of war. Weighed down, wounded and deeply distressed.

His strength has been drained, His passion constrained, and his prayers offered unto God feel like they have been withheld by opposing forces in the air. The conditions are devastating, the oppression is unrelenting, and the traitor is throwing a feast. His evil chants can be heard from a mile away as he continually taunts this wounded soldier. That coward feeds on your misfortunes, when you're down, he's itching to speak. He's the accuser of the brethren after all, while at the same time accusing my God of neglecting me when I needed him most. In these moments, it is hard to call scriptures to the front. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of the oppression, my fuse is about to blow as I start complaining, yapping like a hungry puppy. But what I failed to perceive and imagine is that God was busy mobilizing a rescue operation in unseen places. Orders were given, ministering spirits were sent forth, Intercessions were made, a preacher was commissioned and commands were issued. In the name of Jesus Christ, release the prisoner! The Angel of the Lord sounded the trumpet and the gates could not help but swing open, There stood my oppressors in utter shame as I came out of that dungeon dancing to a song of freedom, a voluntary act of appreciation of the tender liberating kindness of the Almighty God. A great cloud of heavenly hosts surrounded me, highly anticipating my next move.

After a good round of blows like that, one would think that this soldier will leave the frontline and retire to the backrow, to the shallows, the places where the battle does not wage that much. However, he remembered the voice that once spoke “when you are restored, go and strengthen your brethren”. "Wait!" The heavenly host exclaimed, astonished when they saw this soldiers feet treading the land again, there he goes preaching in the name of Jesus again. At that name demons are fleeing again, Captives are being released and souls are being liberated. The shots have been fired. Retreat is not an option, where some sit and negotiate with the enemy signing peace treaties in exchange of their freedom, we refuse to beat our swords into spades because the battle is still ongoing, raging like a mad storm. And though there remains space for you and I to war, when we can't fight any longer we must remember that the battle is the Lord's. When the pangs of death surrounds us and when the demonic crouch upon us, the great Spirit of the Lord raises up a standard to push back the darkness. He is moved with great delight to rescue us when we call upon him on the day of our trouble.