The gentle love of Christ contrasts the violence of the carnal realms of violence and destruction.
His Spirit speaks to me through manifold sources of comfort and calmness.
We were attacked early Saturday morning. A gang of thieves that has been breaking into our neighbor’s house came to ours. One member had escaped the police, and the neighbor’s friend armed with baton and gun, yet still he decided to come to our house anyway and try to break in.
My husband had gone next door and whilst there, the thief came to our home. Our wolf was wise and held his distance whilst barking to warn me. I caught the thief hanging in the window, probably trying to force away the burglar bars.
God saw to it that no one was harmed and the guy was caught eventually but only after I had screamed my lungs out hoping my husband next door would hear me. He didn’t!
The cell phone charge was off and in the minutes it took to get the phone up to one bar, I could make a frantic call and say “They’re here!”
From looking outside, as a spectator that you are, who are reading this, it might appear comical.
My six foot tall 14 year old son, armed with his pellet gun, and me in pajamas outside on the lawn, with the gardener at the top end of the garden looking on to see what was going on. The chap picked up some really heavy rocks and began throwing them at us. One hit the car and the bumper has to be replaced. The neighbor did not get off so lightly. Their cars were trashed under the heavy blows of bricks smashing the windows and doors. They have no insurance. Who does?
We do. We all have the insurance of one prayer prayed by our Lord, who, in writing, so it is legally binding, it is a contract that’s iron clad, that we, his children be protected against evil.
We were protected. My lungs and emotions were shot.
We were protected. The guy was caught by the gardener who was directed to chase him by my husband who arrived with the neighbor and the police and two other men who’d come after they heard our neighbor shots from his gun, in the early hours of the morning.
Is that what got the whole thing going? Nope.
I told my husband that the only Power that is standing between us and evil is God. At our peril we decide that our burglar bars are our protection, or that the police can help us, or any other inane thing we decide to attach our sense of security upon. God can take that away and show us, He rules all the affairs of all men, even the fate of the thief.
What we would have done, like storm the fellow at the window to cut his hands or take out his eyes or even kill him, I thank God, we did not do! God stopped us and caused him to come to us in the first place to show us that we rob God of His due regard and reverence when we take from Him, His due, to put into man, our safety and peace of mind, soul and body.
This morning our beautiful, Timber Wolfs eyes are swollen up so badly he cannot shut them. I have no clue what happened last night to him. Was his eyes sprayed by one of the gang returning, was it that or some other speculation and assumption.
Ray tells us to guard against such errors to temptation, by clothing ourselves with such nonsense. We simply don’t know. What I do know is God is calling all the shots. If we depend on our dogs or our guns or our anything, above God....well....God will show us who is the Boss and I pray with all my heart and mind and soul, that He doesn’t show this after I make a right royal fool of myself trying to save my life.
It’s not at my expense that you learn anything from this experience. If you do, it is to your blessing and for me, please, if you do, just go down on your knees and thank God.
Oh, I started this Thread by telling you about the gentle love of Christ that is by contrast. How little space I have given to uphold this truth that Christ is everywhere, anywhere, all the time any time! Well, how do I know that?
We have a little black cat. She came up to me, purred and is still now sitting on my toe as I write this to you, dear souls, where ever you may be, in whatever state, circumstance or situation. The soft kindness of my cat, is by design and appointment of our God, to touch me and my feelings, with His Presence, ever Present.
The thief, is going where he is going, also by appointment to our God who shall also be keeping him in training to learn the differences between good and evil.
Can you blame me if I see and appreciate the Spirit of God working through my little cat, to bring me a sense of peace and comfort? Do you blame me? Oh, she sat curled up on the embroidered white cushions that had fallen on the floor, through the entire episode. She had the right state of mind! There but for the Grace, and Love, and Peace of our God.
Love
Deborah
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