The Good Fight
Y’all know I’m a mess. I’ve never tried to hide that. I ain’t about to start listing stuff, but trust me, I am a mess. Despite my mess God is so sweet to use me. He doesn’t use me because I’m special or even good. Nope not at all. He uses me because I’m up for the good fight. I’m willing. Okay, mostly willing. Well, every now and again He drags me kicking and screaming, but let’s not get hung up on minor details. The point is, He allows me to do some pretty cool stuff, and I am grateful. Now y’all, the thing is, the good fight ain’t for sissies. Shew. I get tired just thinking about it.
Picture me in a cute boxing outfit… matching nail polish… fake eyelashes… great hair. I’m in the ring facing my ever changing opponent. Sometimes he’s a little scrawny thing. He is doubt. He is envy. He is pride. But sometimes he is biiiiiiig, way bigger than me and way smarter than me too. He stands there and glares at me, with bulging sweaty muscles, glistening like apple fritters. He is waiting on me to make the first move. He doesn’t want prayer in the public school. He doesn’t want Christian leaders with integrity. He doesn’t want churches unified and working together. He is for hunger. He is for abortion. He is for racisism. I am afraid. When the bell rings and the brawl begins, I give it all I got. Even though it seems impossible I keep swinging, because Coach is in my corner and He is faithful. I think the crowd noise may be the worst part of the fight. I have friends rooting for me, but my opponent has fans as well. The hard part is that EVERYONE is screaming. Some are booing. Some are encouraging. Some mean well, but really need to shut their pie hole. The noise of the crowd is deafening. Some rounds I win. Some rounds I loose. Between each round Coach cleans me up, gives me some water and Truth and He tells me… keep fighting the good fight.
Sometimes I wonder, is it really worth it? I get so overwhelmed. Nothing is worse than watching a team mate get knocked out. You know how hard they have trained, you know how hard they are fighting, and they get hit with an unfair, illegal right hook and BAM! Out cold. Then what? Some of the crowd bursts into sickening cheers, while the others watch through teary eyes in stunned silence, feeling so mad and helpless. Look how the enemy struts. He has his hands high in the air shouting, I won! I won! You can’t beat me!!!!!! Aaaaaaahhhhh, but wait. Is that a little movement I see? Yes!!! Black swollen eyes begin to flutter… then open!!! Hope is not lost!! Through the blood and the sweat and the tears the broken body drags to the corner. It takes every thing they got to get there, but they make it, and guess what? It ain’t over. Coach has a plan.
Stand for the right. The good fight is always, always worth it. You’re gonna get whooped sometimes, and even knocked out. Get back up. God is never caught by surprise in the good fight. He always has a plan. If you don’t give up He will lead you to a victory that will blow your mind. He always has your back and He will handle your opponent.
Keep fighting the good fight. You will be victorious.