War – On the offensive

Greetings Dear Reader,

In any war there comes time for an offensive push against the enemy.  This writing is that push.  Analyzing why and how the enemy torments me allows me to see his weaknesses as well. 

The offensive is this; I am pursuing what is right and good.  I will not give quarter or rest to my fallen nature.  He would destroy me if he could.  He must die.  He can war within me all he wishes but I will use any weapon to destroy him. 

I begin by realizing how psychotic I sound.   The duality that is a regenerated man is by its nature(s) a mad arrangement.  I also acknowledge that I cannot do this without outside help.  The call of my fallen nature is to self and selfishness.  The call of the regenerated nature is to community and giving. 

Only when I die to the things I “want” and embrace the things I should be will I gain ground.  Not until I allow the self to be poured out and the Spirit of God to replace it will I find the hope necessary to win.  So I renew the battle.  I attack the enemy and vow to show him no mercy.  The war rages on and I hope to die so that I can live.  I hope to become empty and beautiful.

Empty and Beautiful – Matt Maher

 My past won't stop haunting me

In this prison there's a fight between

Who I am and who I used to be

This thorn in my side is a grace

For because of it the flesh and blood of God

Was offered in my place, my place

You fought the fight in me

You chased me down and finished the race

I was blind but now I see

Jesus You kept the faith in me

Where did my best friends go?

In my defense they disappeared

Just like Your friends did to You, oh Lord

But You were there, You gave me strength

So this little one might come to know

The glory of Your name, Your name

You fought the fight in me

You chased me down and finished the race

I was blind but now I see

Jesus You kept the faith in me

Awaiting, set apart like incense to Your heart

A libation I'm pouring out

Empty and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

You fought the fight in me

You chased me down and finished the race

I was blind but now I see

Jesus You kept the faith in me

You fought the fight in me

You chased me down and finished the race

I was blind but now I see

Jesus You kept the faith in me

Jesus You kept the faith in me

Savior, You kept the faith in me

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."