What’s crackalackin Vessels,
I am not perfect there are many times I have failed in obedience to God’s will, but today was not one of those days.
The free will I have as a human being did very little in my work for Christ. The hardest part of starting a fire is creating a strong spark. After the spark catches the only thing to do is keep it burning. God provided every spark for every action I have done for his glory. I was only strong enough to keep the fire going through prayer and devotion. Today, I felt more than a spark from God. I felt like I was harnessing the fire of his kingdom.
In the first few weeks attending Appalachian State University; there was a hate preacher that frequently practiced his freedom of speech on campus. After Sydney and I began to meet, she expressed her urge to make a sign so we could sit and show the students Jesus’s love. The next time we met we created two signs. Sydney’s sign had bold letters with the phrase “He would love first” to capture the spectators’ eyes. My sign had scripture written out and mentions other scriptures for a biblical basis.
It has been a little over a month since we had initially made those signs. This week Sydney decided to visit home. Today the hate preacher was back. Sydney wasn’t here to fight alongside me. I was equipped with faith and the Holy Spirit. If I didn’t go out there I would be ignoring God’s will.
God used me in a spiritual war today on my college campus.
The word “war” has a very negative connotation for a very good reason. Words I associate with war include; fighting, hurt, death, loss, long, and dark. War is never something an individual desires for one’s gain. War is two collective purposes clashing until one meets defeat. Everyone on this earth is part of a bigger war and many don’t even realize it. This is spiritual warfare. Before today, I had only experienced spiritual warfare in my human heart. I had human desires that God did not desire for me and the Holy Spirit was there to fight for my faith. God has kept me strong in faith through this.
My recent biblical studies have been driven by my longing for scriptural and theological understanding. I had read stories of disciples receiving gifts to spread the gospel, but today the stories came to life as I witnessed myself being equipped. The first aspect of today’s spiritual war was within myself. My human heart battled the Holy Spirit’s pulling by heightening my anxiety. I have not felt this level of anxiety since before I knew Jesus. The defeat of this anxiety came in the midst of my pronouncing of the Hebrew word, “yirah”.
Let me explain; I have never spoken a word of Hebrew in my life. When I read the bible aloud in small groups I trip over simple English. I took two years of Spanish in High School, and still, barley know “Hola, Come Estas?” Which is probably spelled wrong.
The word came when the man began to command every student to fear God because of their eternal life in hell. He read scriptures about our command as Christ-followers to fear God. Then “Yirah” slipped out in a steady voice no longer wavered by anxiety. Through my voice, God said “this Hebrew word is oftentimes translated to fear but it actually means; reverence and respect, having yirah for the Lord is the motivating factor in the Christian ministry”
This brings me to the second level of spiritual warfare I experienced. That was much bigger than myself. For the first time, I felt like a weapon of Christ. I did things I have never done before. My physical body was wracked with anxiety, but my soul was on fire for the Lord. The Lord used my fire. He gave me the words to say and the ability to say them. When the hate preacher challenged my theology, I flipped to scripture after scripture after scripture as if I knew what to say to questions he had yet to ask. I knew the Bible like the back of my hand– in a way I have never known it before.
My peers listened to me in a way they never have.
Little did they know they weren’t even listening to me.
I wasn’t finding scripture.
I wasn’t speaking the truth.
God was the doer in every single one of my actions for his glory.
Students approached me with respect. Some fellow believers on campus give me thumbs up, nods, fist pumps, and one read scripture for me when anxiety closed my throat. The other students that approached me did not know Jesus. They didn’t yell at me like they did the hate preacher. They recognized my passion for God and respected me for it. None of them committed their life to Christ in front of my eyes, but I could see the spark in their future. I knew they recognized my passion by their confused struck faces. Most of the looks I got we’re ones of wondering. Wondering why a student; whom they didn’t even know the name of, would share personal experiences for a God who they thought hated them.
When I was done I joined my friend’s under a nearby tree. I went straight to prayer. I praised God for my strengths. I prayed that nothing I did was for my own Glory.
Satan was going to do everything he could to manipulate my human heart to stop the spread of the Gospel. Although War has a negative connotation, the victor of any war will tell you that it was a good thing. The Bible tells us that God has already won the war. Jesus defeated death. We as Christians are fighting a spiritual battle on Earth, that we are the victor of already. No matter the strategy of Satan or the depth of a wound he inflicts upon us, he will never win. I got my sign and I walked out there. The entire time I stood there I fought two urges; one being to yell at the hate preacher, and the other to stay completely silent. Both would have aided Satan and yet, I chose neither. The shortcomings of my human nature are nothing in comparison to the miracles of God.
We fight the spiritual warfare in our human hearts daily, which gives the ability to find joy because of our faith in Christ Jesus. There’s bigger spiritual warfare going on in the world, on a larger scale. Every person is a warrior in this. The Warriors that fight for God can take heart because the victory has already been won. When Believers go to battle as Warriors for Christ not only are they equipped in the armor of God, but their faith in God will equip them as they go. Every Warrior has their own strengths and gifts, but only Warriors who are able to trust fully in the power of God to equip them will become the sharpest swords.
Spiritual warfare is everywhere but this war isn’t scary. We’ve already won.
May the Spirit equip you,
A Vessel
Photo taken by my roommate and cheerleader; Shania.


