Ephesians
My eighth grade son was just recently on a wrestling team which has given me a new definition of the term. I don’t know if you have ever witnessed a middle school wrestling team in action but it is a thing to behold. There are youngsters in the 90 pound weight class and giant hulks in the 190 pounds weight class. These half dressed, sweaty, angry, Lord of the Flies teens are disturbing at best and downright terrifying at worse.
They skulk out against their opponent with shear intimidating terror on their faces. Then they proceed to circle one another in an attempt to locate the greatest spot of weakness in which to initiate their strike. After the first strike is made the battle is on, whether the other opponent is ready or not. It is a grizzly, grunting, gruesome sport to watch. It’s unlike basketball, football, or soccer where you have the team to turn to in moments of weakness. Wrestling is strictly one on one, to the death (well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration).
But what is not an exaggeration is the desire of your enemy. He has no other purpose but to steal from you, kill you, and destroy you and all that you hold dear. He too comes out against you one on one, encircling your life, looking for weak spots, and then pouncing unmercilessly.
The sixth chapter of Ephesians is dedicated to this spiritual warfare, our adversary, and our only chance of survival. We are commanded to put on the whole armor of God which includes the shield of faith, the breastplate of righteousness, the belt of truth, and the shoes of peace. My favorite piece of armor is the sword of the spirit which is the word of God. This is our only offensive piece of battle equipment. With the word of God (his promises and his commandments) we are able to cut our enemy down to size.