battleground

*This is an excerpt from Oh My Soul: Encountering God in Honest, Unconventional (and Sometimes Messy) Prayer, available on Amazon and everywhere books are sold.

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You’ve probably seen the headlines, too. They’ve been pretty much the same for the past several weeks, only louder, larger, and more looming.

Ebola. ISIS. Spongy borders. Other illnesses. Other enemies.

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.

– Ephesians 6:12-13, ESV

battleground: standing firm in the struggle

Sometimes it’s all I can do just to keep our kids from throwing things at each other; I really have a hard time wrapping my mind around the bigger, broader issues outside my door. And I feel guilty, even, for praying for what seem to be comparatively small needs in our home when there are immensely huge things happening out there. It feels like we have to choose, and it feels urgent, and what if something tragic is happening to issue B while I’m still praying over issue A?

That’s just me. You are probably far more calm and level-headed about all this.

But I find myself slipping into this anxiety over prayer – which is really ridiculous, since that is the opposite of what prayer really does – and it takes me a while to realize that it’s just another slimy ploy of the enemy to make what is productive and powerful seem burdensome and impotent.

And that’s a lie.

Like most lies, and like most doubts, it is a half-truth.  It’s true that terrible things are happening all over the world and we can’t possibly pray over all of them at once with the proper urgency to pick them all off one at a time, as though we were playing some sort of spiritual Galaga or whack-a-mole.

But God is not limited to our time frame, either. Otherwise, He would be limited to making us take our turns so he could listen and respond to us one at a time, which sorta defeats the point of praying without ceasing.

If you picture Time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then you must picture God as the whole page on which the line is drawn. We come to the parts of the line one by one: we have to leave A behind before we get to B, and cannot reach C until we leave B behind. God, from above or outside or all round, contains the whole line, and sees it all.

– C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

The enemy is a liar who is afraid of God’s people praying. He will do whatever he can to convince us not to do it, which is a very good reason to do it without ceasing.

And this isn’t neat and pretty – I’ve been sick for eight days and have strict orders to get to bed before, oh, 2 am tonight – but there’s one more thing I want to share before I go there, before we wake up to more headlines in the morning, before we feel overwhelmed by the struggle. It’s from the story of Perseus in Greek mythology (and if you have qualms about studying ancient myths, please consider this and this), when he was first given a glimpse of the calling on his life, before he saved lives and slew monsters:

But to the souls of fire I give more fire, and to those who are manful I give a might more than a man’s. These are the heroes, the sons of the Immortals, who are blest, but not like the souls of clay. For I drive them forth by strange paths, Perseus, that they may fight the Titans and the monsters, the enemies of Gods and men.

– Charles Kingsley, The Heroes

Oddly, I feel that it is for us, too. We are the children of God, we are the blest, we are the souls of fire. We are those who do not shrink back.

Lord, our country is in dire need of You tonight. Give our leaders wisdom and repentance; make them go back and regain ground lost due to foolishness and error; we pray for the safety of towns and cities and homes on our borders. We pray for healing for the sick and peace for the scared. We pray for health and joy in our families and protection over our churches.

Our nations are at a pivotal moment, and your prayers – for small things, for big things – make a difference. He hears and moves because your prayer is powerful and productive. Keep going, and pray from victory, not fear. Years from now, we will look back on these days and know that we saved lives and slew monsters through relentless intercession.

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This is day 9 of Without Ceasing: 31 Days of Relentless Prayer. Find the other posts here. To get new posts right in your inbox, subscribe here.

without ceasing: 31 days of relentless prayer

without ceasing: relentless prayer (31 days series from Copperlight Wood)

*Most of this series is now found in Oh My Soul: Encountering God in Honest, Unconventional (and Sometimes Messy) Prayer and is available for purchase at Amazon and anywhere books are sold.

day 2: every second

day 3: gentle dynamite

day 4: lighting a fire

day 5: prepared for us

day 6: stirred, not shaken

day 7: this peace is for you

day 8: storming the castle

day 9: battleground

day 10: leap, and trust

day 11: give me a sign

day 12: wait

day 13: aloud

day 14: a union full of grace

day 15: before Jericho

day 16: turn it over

day 17: tell me where to go

day 18: a path which few can tell

day 19: steadfast

day 20: all things for good

day 21: on our watch

day 22: for a generation to come

day 23: about time

day 24: behold, we live

day 25: patience with joy

day 26: finishing well

day 27: filling the house

day 28: grace note

day 29: epic: when God redeems your story

day 30: called: who we are at the end of our story

day 31: redirect: He speaks in the surrender

an interruption in our regularly scheduled programming

Sometimes there is a theme. Sometimes I’m a little slow to pick up on it, but this time I noticed right away.

We have an almost-sacred date night at our house. Once a week, after the kids are in bed, we will make a fun dinner – sometimes sushi, sometimes a new find on the internet, sometimes Chinese. Occasionally we’ll get take-out from our favorite Chinese food restaurant and justify it as the control group in our attempts to learn to make the perfect homemade honey sesame chicken (we must do more research on this). And we’ll settle onto the couch with our plates of yumminess to a fun movie that we’ve been looking forward to, usually interrupted only, oh, three or four times by children coming out of their rooms. Bliss.

But not lately.

The food has been good (wow). The movies have been…different. Still good, but not “fun”…not date-night material. Movies that are important, not entertainment. It feels like we’ve enrolled ourselves in some unintentional curriculum on opening our eyes to more of what needs our attention. Each time, I’ve both dreaded and looked forward to the growth.

We were both justice students in college, and in our less discerning days we read and watched and studied unspeakable criminal history. Vin came to know Jesus as a result of seeing the depravity of man and lack of answers in secular humanism, but as we’ve gotten older and wiser, we’ve also gotten more critical about what comes into our home and into our minds now.

A couple of years ago we saw The Stoning of Soraya M. I’ll be honest and tell you that we fast-forwarded a little, and still saw enough truth to haunt me. That said, it is still one of the most important movies I’ve ever seen, and I recommend it to every adult.

A few weeks ago is when the theme really started, though. Please note that I am not necessarily recommending these other movies, nor do I agree with everything in them; I’m saying that they’ve been broadening to me and God has been using them to move me further. Maybe this kind of education is not what some of you need, that’s okay. I also love a good Jane Austen flick, so you’re safe with me.

We saw this movie, and then this movie. History-geek husband warned me about the setting of the first, and I knew about the issues of the other, and I struggled through them both, changed. Angry, but prayerful. More educated. And then we saw this movie last weekend, and our eyes were vividly opened to what we had already been learning about and what we knew at least one, maybe both, of our adopted children were likely headed for.

My God…my God.

The theme is this – why is the culture of men taught that women and children are merely commodities to profit from, to exploit, and to dispose of when inconvenient? And why do we have a culture that puts up with this cheapening of us?

No, no, wait, this is America. We don’t stone and otherwise brutally victimize women here, we don’t recruit child soldiers here, and slavery was outlawed a century and a half ago.

Except…it is here. In America.

How bad will it have to get before we have enough of this and decide to raise a generation of sons to be real men, and daughters who will accept nothing less?

photo courtesy Picture This Photography

Our women are convinced that they are too weak and helpless to deal with pregnancy or childbirth, so their unborn children are slaughtered by doctors for profit. Our politicians give it a thumbs-up in exchange for votes, hailing themselves as champions of human rights and women’s issues while passing laws that protect predators and pedophiles…while the women they’ve victimized wonder when their child’s birthday would have been, and bleed from their vitals.

But it’s not called that. It’s called “choice.”

Slavery was called “choice,” though, too.


Real men…they’re the ones that aren’t addicted to exploitation. They’re the men that are not so insecure that they cover their own weakness by destroying someone else’s dignity and safety, manipulating the women or children around them when they feel threatened.

Will we decide to raise a generation of daughters to know their worth, who are not intimidated by creeps who are only interested in consumption and disposal? Our girls need to know that they are not take-and-trash.

Our boys need to know that the safety of women and children is worth battling for. Heroes will fight for their protection, so cowards can’t prey on their exposure.

Our girls need not sit in the middle of the crossfire and just wait to be rescued, though. Our girls need to know that their femininity is not something to apologize or atone for, that pregnancy is not a disease, that motherhood is a role of honor, victory, and battle. Our girls need to know that they are not a program to be bought or soldbecause they are priceless.


If you haven’t already, please read this. And this, too.

And then take a load off. Breathe, hug your kids, and pray. Love them fiercely, so they will love others fiercely. Teach them well, so they will recognize the frauds instead of falling for them. They are meant to transform the world…just like their parents.

We’re looking forward, finally, to a fun movie date this weekend. The Hobbit and some bacon-wrapped-cream-cheese-stuffed-jalapenos are on the menu. All in the name of research, of course.