There Is Power In The Name Of Jesus

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;

From whence shall my help come?

My help comes from the Lord

Who made heaven and earth.

Psalm 121: 1

There is a scene in the movie You've Got Mail (which thanks to my daughter Missy I have seen about a dozen times) where the Meg Ryan character opines via the Internet to the Tom Hanks character that she wishes she had the ability to say what ever she wanted when ever she wanted, or in the context of the film to insert the perfect zinger to her antagonist just at the point where it would hurt the most.

That was kinda like what I was feeling the other day. While blog trolling I came across a site where the guy writing it was able to say all this nasty but true stuff about things and situations and personalities in politics and religion that I also believe but never blog about. After indulging myself there for awhile I thought that maybe I could go somewhat the same route. Oh, not on this blog mind you because in my pride I didn't want to tarnish it's image in any way but it would be easy you know to set up another site and vent there.

This I did. The template looked nice, the blog title was good but when thoughts came to impulses on my fingers hovering over those pretty white keys I thought that to begin I really needed to ease into it. I didn't want to be nasty like the other guy, just free to "expand" the subject matter a bit, maybe with a little edge to it. My first post was about a sign I saw on the rear window of a car that related to economics and politics and the second was just another one of my road test stories that was only cutting edge because of the joke about cutting up people's brains.

A funny thing then happened on my way to the forum. Part way into trying to write a new post for the You Done Say What blog I wrote some thoughts down, came back to them a couple of times and finally erased everything I had written. It not only wasn't good but I knew that the Lord wasn't in the way I was trying to express myself either.

When I was young and a non believer I was pretty good at sarcasm. Unlike the Meg Ryan character I was talented at coming up with a quick quip. That was one of the first things that the Holy Spirit started to work on in my life after becoming a believer (and still does). Now I struggle with trying to find the balance of speaking the truth without trying to hurt someone at the same time. This is not easy.

As I was laying in bed a couple of days ago after reading scripture and praying the thought came to me that the Lord had been blessing my efforts on the You Done Say What blog but He wanted me to know that those blessings could end. One of my prayer request every night is to be sensitive to the moving of the Holy Spirit in what I write. Now the Holy Spirit was nudging me to remain true to what I had been doing and not to branch out in a different direction, even at a second site.

There are so many things in our world today that the enemy has his hands on and there is a blindness over the eyes of a lot of people both in and out of the Church as to what is going on. The solutions suggested for these problems are wrong and the public narrative is wrong and they are wrong because the problems are spiritual in nature.

God has a plan and purpose for every life but He also has designed a blue print and an order for our lives to be lived. When we are out of that order the enemy gains a foot hold and before long starts dictating his plans and his solution to our problems. And we are none the wiser.

It can all seem so overwhelming at times. My heart hurts not only for those I see suffering but also for those who are walking the path of deception and seem to go down it further each day.

When troubles have come in my life since surrendering it to Jesus Christ I have responded to my needs the same way as the psalmist describes; From whence shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord.

But I had forgotten that it is still possible to be empowered to fight the world and flesh and devil, daunting as that may appear. The words of one of the songs we sang at church today give me great hope. It is not a formula or a nice little saying or a comment on past history. It reflects who I am as a believer and what my commission is as a disciple. It jumps off the page and shakes through my fist and as I close my eyes I know that it is not by my wisdom or righteousness or anything I can do on my own power, save speak the name that is above every name to those that are bound by darkness.

There is power in the name of Jesus

There is power in the name of Jesus

There is power in the name of Jesus

To break every chain, to break every chain, to break every chain