Period of Adjustment

Life is filled with moments of change that require a period of adjustment. We don’t really think of them until we are immersed in a new one. Then all the others to mind. They hold lessons, insights and comfort to get us through the next. We are in another one of them right now.

A few days ago one of our furry kids went over the rainbow bridge to be with her brothers and sisters. Sarah was with us for almost 13 years and was deeply entangled into our lives. Her last years involved a regimen of medicine, food and extra attention. She needed and deserved extra attention. Making sure she got the chance to go out within a certain time window gave us our schedule and traveling limitations. And we did it gladly with loving attention. Now all of that has changed.

As I thought about that I realized that life is full of periods of adjustment where the patterns we establish to ease our lives must be dismantled as we heal. And it’s not just the loss of a furry kid which some of you call pets. It happens in all parts of our lives that experience loss. I remember when my mother passed away in 2015 after suffering from lung disease in the latter part of her life. Helping her involved regularly scheduled chores locked into my daily schedule. When she died all that abruptly ended. It took a while to disentangle from the feeling of expectation and obligation to do them. Worse was the sudden realization that I was no longer needed to do them.

Even the happier patterns take time to adjust from. It’s not just the obligations. It’s the acts of love and affection that followed an event or experience. Wanting to pick up the phone to call at a certain time for that special reason gets stopped in tracks with the realization that there is no one to answer your cal. And the sting of their absence pricks the healing heart one more time to open the wound. I believe that’s why the healing take so long. The same love that doesn’t let you forget becomes the stinging reminder of their absence. The love never ends and you never stop missing them. You don’t want it too. It’s the periods of adjustment that allows you to go on.

Life is about making adjustments. We can never be so rigid that we cannot roll with the waves of tragedy and regret. The winds of adversity will always blow in our lives. We must deal with them with the same peaceful calm we deal with the days of sunshine. I try to remember that as we adjust from the loss of our tail thumping baby girl Sarah. The sadness that occurs from not seeing her laying in her spot or on her bed will diminish over time. Becoming shadows of a moment in time to bring a smile to our face. The memories of her antics or unique personality will take precedence over the sadness we feel now.

Allowing yourself the time to grieve and to adjust to their absence is vital. It will allow you to heal and to memorialize them in your heart. Though they take a piece of your heart when gone they leave so much love in what’s left of that heart. Don’t block out the feelings. Deal with them. Give them their rightful place on the shelf of life experiences. We truly do live and learn and then live some more. And then one day our final period of adjustment will come. One last time.

Revelation 21: 4  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

Richard J Grund

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The Silent Tail

Early mornings become a ritual of actions. You get up. Go to the bathroom. Hopefully after you get out of bed. Turn off the alarm. And then it’s time to take out the dogs. This morning was no different.  Except it meant taking out one dog instead of two. 

Our older Rottie girl Sarah left us yesterday. Her almost 13 years of life ran out of time. Actually her body ran out of time. She left peacefully with all of us, including her furry brother Mac, at her side. Touching her. Kissing her. Sending her off over the Rainbow Bridge to her furry  brothers and sisters. She must have been so excited to see them that her feet were running as she slipped into rest. She was ready to get out of that broken body even if we were not ready to let her go. You never are. It’s never enough time. 

Laying on the floor with her as she relaxed before her journey I leaned close to kiss her on her face and she laid her chin in my hand one last time. It was if she was telling me it’s okay. Thank you for a good life with lots of love, petting, kissing and treats. And then she left. Running pain free with Bo and Judah who were waiting for her. We think she saw them and her feet were running before she was was free to join them. They introduced her to the family of furry kids, dogs and cats, who all have a piece of our heart. Eleven others in total. She probably got so excited that she started to bark as she was prone to do when excited. Bo taught her that. She carried on his tradition with zeal and fervor. 

It will be quieter now. No barking. No thumping of her tail when she got excited. And boy did it thump. It was a power tail wag. She would see you coming and you would get that tail wag. It didn’t matter if she had just seen you a short time earlier to her it was a new moment for her and the tail wagged. It always brought a smile to my face and a loving pat on her face.  I would know when my wife Deb was up as Sarah’s tail would wag against the nearest object in an excited good morning greeting. Over the last two days the tail wags became less and less. Sometimes not at all. Silence was setting in. And now that tail is silent. And yet, as I write this I can hear it in my heart. I will smile every time I do and for a while shed a tear. Okay, a lot of tears. There was a lot of tail wagging. A lot of loving memories. And I believe that someday I will see that tail wag again. What sight that will be be. 

Richard J Grund

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Memorial Day Memories

Growing up, Memorial Day was a special day in my family. As the children and grandchildren of Italian immigrants, we felt strongly and emotionally about America. Although I remember that it was filled with family get-togethers, barbecues, and watching the NY Yankee Doubleheader on a TV brought outside, we always took time to remember the soldiers who gave their lives serving our country. Many of the men in my family served in the military in some capacity during their youth. No one that I know of saw actual combat.

It was a childhood dream to be a soldier. I’d grown up on the war movies that Hollywood churned out in the 1950s and 1960s. For as long as I can remember, I was a patriot. My childhood hero was Captain America. God, country and the red, white, and blue was ingrained in me. I grew up during the Vietnam War. I only knew what I saw on television and had no clue what was really going on over there. I remember the beginning of the anti-war sentiment in our country. I was one of the few in my high school class who believed in “America, love it or leave it.” My verbal battles with other classmates over the topic would get heated. It earned me the nickname Captain America and I wore it proudly. Little did I know that the America I loved and the real, behind-the-scenes government were two different things. That would come later in my life.

When they started the draft for the Vietnam War, it wasn’t something I was concerned about. I wouldn’t be 18 in time to be drafted. This conflict with poor, backward Vietnam wasn’t supposed to go on long. We would go in, mop them up and send the boys home as the movies showed. But it did drag on. We were fighting a people for their country in a war zone we did not understand nor belonged in. It’s one thing to fight for an ideal. The North Vietnamese were fighting for themselves, for their homes and land. This wasn’t Hollywood, and the forces behind the scenes were fighting a different War than what we were told. This was America vs the Soviet Union. Three million lives were lost, including 58,000 Americans, only to have President Nixon order a withdrawal just as the North Vietnamese were getting ready to quit. This wasn’t a Hollywood movie. This was jarringly real life.

A friend of my cousin Bobby got drafted and sent to Vietnam. His name was Monty. Monty was one of the cool guys. All the girls loved him. He was someone I admired and trusted. About a year or two after he was shipped off to Vietnam, I bumped into him at the park we gathered to play basketball every day until the sun went down. And then we would sit on the park benches until it was time to go home. Frank Gorman Park in Jackson Heights was blocks from my home, and I practically lived there in the summer. I had gotten to the park before everyone else and looked for a bench in the shade to wait when I saw Monty shuffling by. I almost didn’t recognize him. He was gaunt, and his clothes hung on him. The good looks were gone, and the face the girls loved was sunken and sad. I called out his name. He looked at me blankly until I reminded him that I was Bobby’s cousin. He hadn’t seen me in a while, and we both had changed a lot since then. It felt good when he remembered me.

Monty strolled over to my bench and sat with me. He asked if I had a cigarette, and I told him that I didn’t smoke. He said, “Good! Don’t start!!” And then he said something I didn’t expect. He said, “And don’t let them send you to Vietnam either!” When I asked him why he told me his story of being drafted and immediately being shipped off to Vietnam. By the tail end of the Vietnam war, we were sending our boys over there in droves as quickly as possible. Young men have always been cannon fodder in war, and this one was no different. He told me about the harsh conditions, the drugs that flowed to keep soldiers from losing their minds, and the unending fighting with an adversary they were ill-equipped to engage. I sat and listened to a story that I’ve now seen told by others as well. He told me that if it looked like I would get drafted into the Army to go and join the Marines because at least they will teach you how to fight. When I asked about how thin he was, he simply said that another thing he brought back from Vietnam was heroin addiction. This shocked me because when the needle was being passed among my cousin and his friends in the 1960’s Monty abstained. He never gave in to the peer pressure to shoot up. This turn of events has always saddened me because almost all of my cousin’s friends succumbed to the needle and are gone. Some overdosed, and some died the slow death of a junkie to have AIDS claim them in the 1980s. Shared needles led to shared addictions and death.

Monty must have been tired from telling his story or just needed to crash somewhere because he had fallen asleep right in the middle of our chat. I gently laid him down on the bench and took the jacket wrapped around his waist to cover him up. By that time, my friends were rolling into the park, and the basketball was bouncing. I ran off to join them, and full court basketball began. After the first game, I looked over to see how Monty was doing, but he was gone. I never saw Monty again. I have no idea if he turned his life around or not. I don’t remember his last name, or I would use social media to find out what happened to him. Needless to say, that my encounter with Monty began the crack in my view of the war and America. It would take decades later that the harsh reality of powerful men profiting off of the pain of war and sending young men to clean their messes would come to light. I’ve learned that not all have the dim view and bad experience that Monty had, but many did. Books have been written about it. My feelings about Vietnam culminated when the last draft was broadcast on television. We were sitting around the television as they broadcast the selection of birthdates for the next draft. The first birthday that came up was mine. Even though I knew that I was a year away from being draft-eligible it hit me in the gut. I looked over at my mother and she was pale. I broke the tension in the room but saying, “For once I am glad that I am NOT 18!” The draft ended not too long after that and the Vietnam was did as well. Unfortunately, my desire to be in the military did not.

In the summer of 1975, I remember a few of my friends being on the kick to join the Navy. While being in the Navy wasn’t a dream of mine, I went with them to speak to the recruiter anyway. I explained to him my desire to be a Marine, and he said he could give my application over to his friend who was a recruiter for the Marines with his recommendation if I wanted. I didn’t know if he meant that or not or would try to convince me to sign with him. But I said yes, and we began the interview. It wasn’t long into the interview that it was revealed that I was nearsighted, my glasses gave that way, suffered from hearing loss and severe allergies. He said that my physical condition and interview with him and his recommendation would probably get me into the service, but I would be stuck behind a desk or in a warehouse somewhere due to my health issues.

Knowing what I know now, I shouldn’t have let that bother me, but at that point, I wanted more than that. Sitting behind a desk or in a warehouse wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted action and to fight. He told me to sleep on it, discuss it with my parents and then come back. Even though I was of the age to choose for myself, he wanted to make sure my family agreed. I’ve always wondered if that was him or the Lord inspiring him to say that. That night I told my mother what I had done and found out quickly that she disagreed. She vehemently disagreed. Being the good Italian boy, upsetting my mother was not something I would or could do. When I told my friends that I wasn’t signing up, they didn’t either. It turned out that no one’s family took the news well. Had we gone together, we may have defied our families, but once I said no, the entire plan fell apart.

Life took over after that. The opportunity and desire to be in the military faded away. Looking back now I realize that I would have done well in the military and the camaraderie I see among the military was something I would have enjoyed. I am envious of it when I see it. However, the Lord had a different plan for my life, and going off to even for just a few years in the military would have short-circuited those plans. Having friends and associates who did make the military a career, I have lived it vicariously through them. So, every Memorial Day, I think of what might have been and of those who did serve that didn’t make it home. I think of the many soldiers like Monty who did come back but died a slow death from their experience. I think of the number of broken men and women who came back from the Middle East never to be the same again. In a way, they did lose their life on the battlefield even though their hearts kept beating. I’ve looked into the eyes of young twentysomething men who left a part of the heart and soul in the dust and sand of Iraq or Afghanistan or the jungles of Vietnam. But for the grace of God, that could have been me.

I also think of the politicians and hidden figures who create monsters and then send Americans to kill or capture them. These men create the Noriega’s, Hussein’s and Bin Laden’s of the world and then send Americans to clean up their mess. When you do the research and find out the truth, your eyes cannot help but to be opened. War is about profit and power. Their profit and their power. I think of them on Memorial Day and pray that when they stand before Almighty God, He shows them every life lost or ruined by their evil actions. I pray that He holds them accountable for their actions because I know that this world never will.

We should hold no malice or anger toward those who did what they thought was right for America by serving in the Armed Forces. Politics and patriotism can be mutually exclusive if we allow it. Many did so without knowing the truth. Under different circumstances, I would have been one of them. They did what was right, and many would do it again. I will not revile or attack them for being used and abused. I will see their service and sacrifice and honor them. No, there is no need to pile on to their pain or the pain of their families. We should take better care of the ones that made it back, and unfortunately, we do not. I’ve heard a number say that they wished that they had died on the battlefield. I honor the ones today who gave their all and fly my American flag proudly for them and for the America that we can be. I wish that I could tell them “Thank You” like I do when I see veterans in airports or supermarkets. I wish I could acknowledge them as I do the Viet Nam veterans when I cross their paths. So, I do that today and every day that they come to mind. You should too.

Richard J Grund

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In a dream…

Saturday 5-1-2021

In my dream the Lord was speaking to me and I was writing it down as fast as I could on a tan parchment type paper. I was writing so quickly it was a scribbled mess and illegible. All I remember are the last words “…and then My children will be humble and contrite”.

When I asked Him this morning what He was saying to me in the dream He took me to Isaiah 66:1-6 about hypocrisy and false worship. I asked if judgment was coming on America and He said “on My church”. Then He dropped into my spirit His thoughts.

Our arrogance and lack of humility has done us in. America’s mess right is because of the church. We were called to be light and salt. We have been neither. Darkness abounds because His Light in us is dim. Some do try shine as bright as possible to make up for it and He sees them. Their fervor will be rewarded. But He also sees those who fear man and not Him.

We have lost our humility and awe of Him. We worship for what we can get from Him instead of worshipping Him in spirit and truth. We are regaled by stories from false teachers instead of seeking a pure word. We want but we don’t give. We take and horde. Our vanity is showing and we are not ashamed.

The Gospel is about giving life and love to others. It’s about blessing people from the inside out. He is an inside out God. He sees the heart while we focus on what we can see. He rebuked the Pharisees for being rotten from the inside – white washed tombs with dead men’s bones inside. They looked good on the outside but were rotten to the core. And nothing has changed. Today’s Pharisees are now called Pastors and Preachers.

He is calling for true heartfelt repentance both personally and corporately. He is calling for the church to return to their first love. Seek Him and His righteousness. All those other things you seek will come but will pale in comparison to the intimacy you’ll have with Him. When we can truly say that all we want is Him we will have all that we need.

I know that in that modern church a word like this is despised because it seems harsh. And yet I feel His love as I share it. The love of a concerned parent seeing their children straying and getting lost who desires their return and redemption. He chastises those He loves. And His love for us right now should drive us to our knees as we heed His warning.

Richard J Grund

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Life Lessons

One of the things that has always been the hardest thing for me to deal with is betrayal. It’s been a prevalent thing in my life starting with my father who walked out when I was 6 and never looked back. Betrayal and rejection go hand in hand. They are partners in crime, if you will. Because of that I’ve tried to be someone who can be counted on and trustworthy. Loyal to a fault if need be.

As I gotten older I’ve come to realize that part of the problem has been a false expectation of people who are incapable, for whatever reason, of being trustworthy. Many people have their own issues and bondages that cause them to act the way they do. They are the result of bad programming that has never been corrected. It’s like the parable of the scorpion and the frog. It’s in their nature to sting. People are who they are.

That’s doesn’t excuse their behavior but it does explain it. And it doesn’t mitigate the hurt of their betrayal but allows me to forgive easier. If the Lord can say “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do” I too must forgive. False expectations always lead to failure. I am only responsible for my behavior. I cannot control theirs. And, I choose to be like Him.

Richard J Grund

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Fond Memories

It’s amazing how memories are imprinted on the circuits of your brain and anything can trigger them as if they were yesterday.

I lived in Queens but went to High School in lower Manhattan. So, I had to get up early every morning to get ready to catch the bus then the subway. My mother always had the radio set to WOR Rambling with Gambling (John Gambling). He had the same sponsors for years. One was Manishevitz Wine where the tag line was “Man oh Manishevitz what a wine”. I still say it today. The other was Chock full o’Nuts coffee “Chock full o’Nuts what a Heavenly coffee” sang by Paige Morton Black, the owner’s wife. My mother always bought the big tins and we saved them for miscellaneous items. You know, to save all the things you will probably never use again but think you will. I can’t see one of those and not have a fond memory to go with it.

I gained a lifetime of memories throughout High School and then College. Later as I got older there would be coffee shops that specialized in Chock full o’Nuts coffee before Starbuck overran everything. You could get a nice hot cup of eye opening coffee on you way to work but not without either a toasted buttered bagel or a toasted buttered corn muffin. You would see others carrying their daily morning staple on their way to work. Most of the women were wearing their Reeboks instead of their work shoes which they would then wear in the aerobics class at the local health club. The movie Working Girl harkens back to those days.

I worked for many years at one of those health clubs and now looking back on it I realized the dirt and germs they were bringing in with them into the club. Oh for the days when we weren’t afraid of every germ and allowed our bodies to fight them off.

Now THAT is a good memory!

Fond memories are what keep us warm and smiling in the dark days.

I hope you’re having some of them now as well.



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Due West

The new podcast on Firefall Talk Radio, OverWatch, talked about the controversial new direction for Kanye West’s life and music.

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March 15, 2012 – Falling Taboos Falling on You

In 2006 when the HBO show Big Love premiered I turned to my wife and said “The next taboo to fall will be polygamy”.  While appearing somewhat normal and acceptable the show pushed the boundaries of the Mormon story line and kept it off the main road.  I explained the process of the pushing the envelope far into one direction and slowly letting it settle at various points before reaching middle ground.  Returning to the practice of polygamy for this degraded society would be a middle ground.  She was incredulous and didn’t believe I was right.

In October of 2007 Lisa Ling did a report for the Oprah Winfrey Show about Polygamy in America where even though it was stated that “Even though polygamy is illegal in America, experts say there are 30,000 to 50,000 people living in plural families across the country.”  For the next hour couples came on to explain their unconventional (that’s the buzz word used) families.  7.8 million viewers were indoctrinated into seeing this forbidden practice differently.  And, while they did include those who opposed the practice or had come out of it, the naysayers did nothing to alter the positive perspective of the couples willing to “come out” of the marital closet.

Then, the TLC reality show Sister Wives (From their unconventional family structure and living arrangements to financial challenges, each half hour episode exposes the inner workings of a polygamist household, revealing the unexpectedly tight-knit and loving relationships between Kody’s wives. )came along and I reminded her of what I said in 2006.  This show was now trying to show “normal” people in our society who, while unconventional in their family structure, were not much different from everyone else.  She was less vehement about her disbelief but still not buying it.

In October of 2011 Lisa Ling did another show on the topic, Our America with Lisa Ling – “Modern Polygamy” a New Perspective on an Old Taboo,  presenting a story of poster families and individuals the community WANTS us to see.  With the backing of Oprah and the financial advertising push behind her she set out to change minds.  “In the case of the polygamists, so many of us go in with preconceived ideas – “I certainly thought it was a culture in which men dictated everything, but the compound I visited was exactly the opposite. When you go into a story with the goal of keeping an open mind, it allows you to have that much more of an experience.”  While watching Good Morning America when Lisa Ling was promoting her show I was astounded to hear her say she understood the appeal and was a lot more positive about it then she had been.

Drip drip drip….slow..insidious media deception and indoctrination….

And now this week, popular television interviewer Anderson Cooper brings the topic back into the spotlight on his new show.  The topic – Polygamy Dating Sites for those looking to bring a second wife into the relationship.  Look at the promotional approach – Plus, what would you do if your husband came to you and said he wanted to bring another woman into your marriage… that he wanted a polygamous arrangement?

polygamy-290Anderson investigates new online dating websites that cater to people who want to start polygamous relationships. Meet one couple (with five children) looking to add a second wife to their existing family. Should this kind of dating service be allowed? On the show, the couple meets a potential sister wife in person for the first time.

Start the conversation now: Would you ever take or become a sister wife? Are there benefits? Tweet using #Anderson, #SisterWife.

The question isn’t are the detriments or downfalls but “Are there benefits?”  How you word a question is usually the direction you want the answer to go.

I think the answer to what the intent was can be found by this one comment after the show was aired – “There is a huge difference between being in a religious organization and being taught your whole life that this is what you will do because you are told it is your duty. To me there is no choice in that situation, only forced beliefs and people who have not had the benefit of knowing anything else – no choice. To any women or man in that situation I would say leave – it is not healthy for anyone involved.

This is different – these are grown adults discussing an idea of how they would like a relationship to be, maturely, with all parties making conscientious choices to engage in it after much forethought. Seems to me that they are approaching it in an emotionally mature manner.

Many traditional relationships today fall apart because of no support, no communication etc. and the kids get left in the dust. Any kind of relationship breakdown has a devastating effect on children so I don’t agree with many of the ‘how it will affect the children’ comments. Divorce is increasing at an alarmingly high rate today.

It is well documented that children thrive in loving, supportive and validating environments. Single parent and blended families, gay and lesbian families etc. are proving that the definition of a ‘loving family’ is much broader than mainstream society’s still limited view of it.” (emphasis mine)

How long before these young, hip, exciting couples take their legal fight to the courts for health benefits to the sister wives?  If the courts are giving those rights to domestic partners in Gay Marriages or, in some states, legalizing what was once illegal and frowned on by society how long before the courts and legislatures have to repeal the 1862 Morrill  Anti-Bigamy Act outlawing polygamy that Abraham Lincoln put into place?

With the headlong push to accept and assimilate the Muslim faith and culture into our society how long before they demand the right to have two, three or four wives as long as they are able to deal justly with them as it states in their law (ie chapter 4 of d holy quran verse 3)?  Since it’s now quietly accepted in Muslim societies for husband’s to chose to exercise his entitlement of polygamy how long before it is accepted here if this trend is not slowed?

In closing, as you consider this I want to offer what I believe to be the origins of polygamy and the instigators behind this current effort to further degrade and destroy the Biblical family structure –

Genesis 6:1-2 (NKJV)

Now it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born to them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men, that they were beautiful; and they took wives for themselves of all whom they chose. (emphasis mine).

The fallen angels inspired this practice and instructed into every society in which they ruled, in my opinion.  If the Days of Noah are truly coming back as the Lord stated in Matthew 24:37 and Luke 17:26 wouldn’t the rulers of those days want things as they were?

And, we know how that turned out!

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March 14, 2012 – Bad Badges of Honor

What is a badge of honor?

Definition: a medal or token signifying an awarded honor or distinction; also in figurative use.

What would be an example?  The mixed martial arts fighter felt that his cauliflower ear was a badge of honor.

For the most part, the term of a “badge of honor” is used to glorify something that has been obtained in conflict and would normally be considered a negative.  Their perspective turns a negative into a positive – at least in their mind.

Do you want to hear about a bad badge of honor?

Wow, the enemy is really beating me up.  I must be threat for them to spend that much time pounding on me“.

Yeah, I’ve lost everything – family, job, money, health – because of spiritual warfare but that just shows how dangerous I am to the kingdom of darkness“.

So, why is this a BAD badge of honor?

Let’s great real – if you are getting beat up in a fight it usually means you are LOSING!

In a fight – natural or supernatural – it’s not how many times you get hit but how many times you get hit back.  Taking punches or taking a beating reveals a problem in your defenses and your opponent is taking advantage of it.

The Whole Armor of God

10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age,[a] against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

14 Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; 16 above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God;

In the Armor of God every aspect of it is defensive except for the sword of the Spirit (the Word of God) therefore we should be extremely protected.    We are also given a promise even under the old covenant of protection.

Psalm 91:1-9 (NKJV)

Safety of Abiding in the Presence of God

91 He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”

Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler[a]
And from the perilous pestilence.
He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.

A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.

Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,

Look at the headline for this section of scripture – Safety of Abiding in the Presence of God!

So, logically, is you are getting the spiritual snot knocked out of you, getting hurt (emotionally, spiritually, physically, etc.) and taking a pounding from the enemy SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG!

Where is the victory and witness or glory for the Lord in that?

Since there is no condemnation for those who are in right relationship with the Lord and walking according to the Spirit and not the flesh let’s look at what is really happening here.

Instead of wearing your bad badge of honor ask the Holy Spirit to show you where the opening is in your defenses.  Ask where and how the enemy is getting past the God-given defenses the Word gives us.  In martial arts we learn and teach that if your opponent is hitting you at will it means either you are dropping your guard or giving away your next move.  Your opponent will determine your next move, be ahead of you and deliver a blow.

Getting beat up and worn down in the battle while seemingly glorious is not.  Will you get hit in a battle?  Of course you will.  Look at the opening of the section on the Armor of God:

10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

Being STRONG in the Lord and in HIS POWER we can stand against the enemy in this wrestling match – in the Greek: full on, physical, nose to nose Greco-Roman wrestling – and in doing so will STAND!

So, if you are wearing a bad badge of honor take it off, throw it out and find out where the opening is in the supernatural defenses and victory given to us by the Lord through His Holy Spirit!  He bloodied so that we didn’t have to be!!

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