Snipers, lions, and tidal waves

February 19, 2013 — 8 Comments

Spiritual warfare isn’t something I think about a lot. I accept that the devil prowls around like a lion, but I’m suspicious of talk about demon snipers that lurk around every corner waiting to ambush us. Most of the time the battle seems to be taking place far away from me and I’m happy to keep it that way. I like being a spiritual pacifist.

But at the end of last year, rumors of war began to growl in my life.

I can’t pinpoint the moment I first heard the ominous sounds of battle that signaled the devil was on the march to steal my hope. But I remember waking up one morning. Even as I rose out of bed in the sunlight, I could feel myself sinking into a dull darkness.

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On the slippery slope
The attack really didn’t surprise me. During the fall, I went through several difficult experiences in various areas of my life. Difficulty sprouted into discouragement. I felt frustrated that despite all the riches of my faith, life remained hard. Even though Jesus had come and redeemed the world, it was still broken. It didn’t seem fair or right.

I suppose that winter morning was the turning point when discouragement started to develop into hopelessness. By the time I went to get dressed, I was beginning to drift out into the open sea of despair.

Fortunately this wasn’t as dark as other periods I’ve gone through.**One year when I was depressed for several months, the despair came like an invisible undertow and pulled me down before I knew what was happening. This time it was more like watching a tidal wave advancing towards me. And there was still time before it engulfed me to decide what I was going to do.

time to take action

time to take action

Declaration of war
There were only two choices for me, fight or surrender. As much as I preferred being a pacifist, I knew if I didn’t enter the battle, I was going to be captured and brought back to the dominion of darkness as a prisoner of war.**

And so I began to fight. Mostly, the combat took place in my mind. In spite of how I felt, I had to hold on to what I knew to be true, I had to speak truth to myself. I needed to repeat the good news again and again:

  • I was God’s beloved
  • My own efforts were not sufficient to rescue me from danger
  • The world was bigger than what I felt
  • More importantly, God was bigger than what I felt 
  • He was present with me
  • He would see me through as He had done before

I think the biggest battle was between a perspective of despair and perspective of hope. The devil wanted me to believe that the hopelessness I felt would be permanent, and the darkness would never give way to light. I had to repel those flaming arrows and claim the certainty that there would always be hope. Tomorrow would be another day. Next year would be another year. The next decade would be another decade. With each sunrise there arose the possibility that my feelings about my situation would be different.

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.

Samwise Gamgee, The Two Towers movie script

hold on tight

hold on tight

I happened to be reading Hebrews during this time, and it comforted me that Jesus could sympathize with what I was going through.

Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven,
Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess.
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses,
but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are–yet was without sin.
Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence
so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.   Hebrews 4:14-16

Jesus understood my struggles and He was ready to give me mercy and grace–not abstract mercy and grace, but real, meaty grace that strengthens weakness and heals wounds.

Holding on to hope
It may sound simple, but it wasn’t. I have a little picture that proclaims, “Without hope, the heart would break.” That’s true, but it’s also true that even with hope, life is no picnic. I had to be honest with God about what I was feeling and that meant facing the misery rather than cutting myself off from it. I had to endure and suffer. I had to carry sadness and discouragement.

And the enemy never fights fair. Not only did he come at me head on, he also dropped propaganda fliers and broadcast demoralizing messages on my internal radio channel trying to convince me to surrender.
What’s the point?
Does it really matter?
Does God really care?
Why do you feel so bad if He loves you?
Why doesn’t He rescue you and make it better?
Why does He let you suffer?

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It was especially hard to keep in community because my heart sometimes felt like it was in shreds. One evening I forced myself out of the house and went to a gathering, dreading it every step of the way. But I ended up having a conversation with an acquaintance. She listened to me share some of what I was going through. I listened to her tell of her own struggles. By the end I felt like I had been put on oxygen and could breathe again. I’m not sure she was aware of how she rescued me, but thinking back on that night, I’m reminded of the saying, “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle.”

And this great battle is worth fighting.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;
I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.
John 10:10

The combat went on. Eventually the darkness retreated. Hope returned like the dawn, slowly coloring the world. Once again there was peace.

never, ever, ever give up

never, ever, ever give up

What about you?
Do you have an area in your life where you need to fight back discouragement?
Is there someone who needs you to listen and walk alongside them in their dark battle?

Notes and Links
**We are complex beings, with our body, soul and mind interacting in profound ways. Although clinical depression is referred to as mental illness, sometimes biological and chemical factors affect us. When that happens, the battle has to be fought on these multiple fronts.

** We pray that you’ll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul—not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. It is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that He has for us.

God rescued us from dead-end alleys and dark dungeons [the dominion of darkness]. He’s set us up in the kingdom of the Son He loves so much, the Son who got us out of the pit we were in, got rid of the sins we were doomed to keep repeating. Colossians 1:11-14 The Message

warning sign on the beach of life

warning sign on the beach of life

8 responses to Snipers, lions, and tidal waves


    What great jewels you have here. Ones that I particularly resonate with are: the combat takes place mainly in the mind, the enemy never fights fair, and the great battle is worth fighting. We hope in Christ, we rest in Him.

    I am also always amazed how God uses acquaintances often and even strangers sometimes to turn our glance on Him. Maybe this causes us to focus on Him and how He loves and cares for us through those that don’t know our current or lifelong details? Maybe this keeps us from praising a certain friendship instead of Him who gives the life to the friendship? God sure uses friends too, no doubt, but when someone who barely knows you speaks a word of life into your soul, you know that God is there.


      It makes me aware of the riches of fellowship and being part of the body of Christ. God has given us such an extensive support system, far wider and deeper than the number of friendships I can maintain [which for me as an introvert is really not so many].

    Habib and Ruth Iskander February 21, 2013 at 7:47 am

    Very helpful, ya Annie! Sometimes trusting and doing battle for my faith takes more energy than I feel like I have—or want to use. Pacificism in me is sort of a spiritual laziness. Lethargy. But it is sooooo exciting and worth it when I get up and fight—like you did—declaring my rights in Him to peace and rest and joy and right relationships!


    It’s so true! And the first, and primary, battlefield is the mind. That’s why that verse about taking every thought captive, and the one about being transformed by the renewing of our mind. Thanks for this encouragement.


      Thanks for pointing out that verse in II Corinthians 10:5:
      “We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” Too often I let my thoughts run wild instead of making them obedient.


    Thank you, Annie! Do you know the Mason Jennings song that has this line? “It’s a common stipulation that there ain’t no hope, but there’s a tire swing, baby, at the end of our rope.” I don’t expect he is at all referring to God’s grace and power, but I saw your image of the tire swing–hold on tight–and I was reminded of these lyrics. When we come to the end of our rope, it is not the end of hope.


      What a great song. The image of a holding on to a tire swing seems a lot better than only holding on to a knot at the end of a rope. I can almost relax on a tire swing.

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