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WORDS OF THE LATTER RAIN

Volume 2, Issue 4, April 2009

4/26/2009

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MARCIA'S MUSINGS

Ken Nix

Sunday, 4/26/2009

 

Bows and Arrows

Marcia Smeenk

 

The wind blew cold that day.   It was early November and not a cloud in the sky.  The rolling prairie looked barren and bleak.   Only a few people remained in their once thriving village.  It was a battle fought by many and many died. The Indians had lost much over the years - their hunting grounds gone, their land taken and now their homes.  He stood and looked and wondered what had gone wrong.  They had gotten along with their new neighbors at first, but then they turned and became their enemy.  Why?  Someone had done a bad deed and things progressed, it was misinterpreted, now all suffered because of it.  Cries were heard in the distance.  Smoke was seen rising over the horizon.  He could not understand.  The battle that day was fought by countless men.  They fought valiantly but their arrows could not compete against the muskets of the enemy.  Their weapons were not of the caliber necessary to wage war against this enemy.  The enemy’s weapons were beyond their defenses.  They had relied on their time tested bows and arrows, spears and clubs.  He realized their weapons were outdated.

 

The real enemy crept silently that day.   It filtered through the crowds and rested on the weak ones.  It convinced them they deserved more. Greed had replaced a once generous soul.  This enemy never sleeps.  What was once peace became chaos. This enemy never sleeps.  The hearts and minds are affected adversely but by a little thing.  The little thing grows within.  The little thing soon explodes with a ferociousness not previously known.  It spreads like a plague.  Soon all had a fervent desire to pillage and destroy.  This enemy never sleeps.  This enemy is never satisfied until all is under his control. 

 

Fast forward a number of years and see the Indians trading pelts and hides for guns.   Wagon loads of guns fell into their hands.  Now they were on equal footing.   The confrontation became know as the Battle of Little Bighorn.  The year was 1876, the month was June.  The U.S. Seventh Cavalry led by Custer grossly underestimated the number and strength of his opponents. Members of various tribes had filtered in from reservations across the land, estimates ranged between 900 and 1,800 warriors, but likely more.  None of Custer’s men survived and neither did he.  It was a remarkable victory for the Lakota and Northern Cheyenne.  But whose battle really was it?

 

What about our weapons?  Are they adequate?  Have we traded in our old ways for what will be necessary for the future? Praise and prayer are mighty weapons. Include reading of the Word, meditation and fasting in your arsenal.  Fasting, prayer and praise can repel and defeat the staunchest of enemies. Cover yourself with the armor of light, and then cloak yourself with meekness and humility; let the words and name of Jesus be ever on your lips and in your mind.  Arm yourself and keep up your guard for your enemy is seeking whom he may devour, heed the admonition of the Apostle Paul in Ephesians 6:11-12,

Put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.  For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

 

The enemy creeps silently, the enemy never sleeps.  The battle is here.

 

 

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