Search The BibleDear Friends and Family,
What are we fighting for? This is the question I woke up with ringing through my head… What are we fighting for? We are fighting for truth, we are fighting for our family, we are fighting for our freedom, we are fighting for our posterity, we are fighting for the Kingdom of God to go forth with love and power, we are fighting for the Cross, and we are fighting for glory of God…
There is a war that is being waged; are you engaged? This is not a struggle against flesh and blood, but a struggle of the spirit, a struggle of the mind, and a struggle for the heart of a generation. There is a cause worth dying for, a cause worth living for. Is what you are living for worth Christ dying for?
In the natural the times are dire, but in the spirit I can see an army arising out of the ashes of the love of money, apathy, compromise, lust, pride, lies, and the fear of man. An army unlike any other in the tide of history, an army that is arrayed not in the battle armor of the crusades, or the swords of Rome, but an army arrayed in love, fine wedding linens, white and clean. A woman, a bride.
Does she have a sword? Absolutely, but it proceeds from her lips, from her tongue, and from the Word of her beloved. His beckoning is her prophecy, her destiny, and she is waging a war. Her gaze is fixed on the prize, her gaze is fixed on His fiery eyes.
Lies are all around her, reaching for her, tangling her in the web of deceit, winding her in the slavery of the cares of this world, but her gaze is fixed on His fiery eyes. Struggling to breathe, tangled, surrounded, she speaks the word He promised her in the secret place and the sickest darkness is ripped apart, recoils, and disappears.
It has been a long time since she has wielded her sword with faith and hope, she has almost forgotten how to use it, but her hands are getting stronger. Her grip is absolute, her determination is unflinching. She knows that without Him, she can no longer live. She is you and I… Not you or I, she is you and I… The bride isn’t a stunning finger, or an adorned toe, alone. She isn’t an attractive smile, or a pleasant arm, she is a body… Whole and completely beautiful, a perfect combination of diversity in unity.
You are much more than you realize, much more than the father of lies, his demise and all of his compromise, you are the pure and spotless bride. There is a groan inside of you to realize, you are the pure and spotless bride.
Again I ask the question, what are we fighting for? We will receive the prize on which we fix our eyes. This is my cry, that we would lay down our lives, and be a sacrifice, worthy of His life. This is my battle cry.
We, the Church, the glorious bride, once defined culture. Are we going to be defined by it so quickly today? Do you remember who you are? Can you feel the groaning inside of you? Do you still smell the faint incense of perfection in His presence as you walked with Him in the cool of the day, in the garden of endless possibilities, the garden of Eden. Eden is calling you, consuming you.
This was just supposed to be an appeal to you for finances, but I couldn’t do it. Just asking for money was too shallow, it wasn’t worthy of my King. There is only one thing in the earth He is looking for anyways, a bride. There is only one gift found worthy, only one sacrifice, a living sacrifice, a laid down lover. If we would give our whole lives, we would have no problems with our offerings and tithes.
In His love this Christmas,
Eddie Brown
