Buzzing echoed from the alarm, and Chris rushed down the dimly lit hall to shut it off. He’d been up almost an hour already. Cindy tossed, but with a soft sigh, drifted once again into her dreams.
Chris tip-toed back to the kitchen and settled into his study. He poured over the book of James — someone told him it was the New Testament book of wisdom, and did he need wisdom.
He sipped from a black mug without tasting the lukewarm, bitter brew inside. Three wads of paper lay beyond his right hand. Chris scrawled fresh sentences on the open page of a spiral bound notebook, crossed a line through two words, then continued. He’d lost count of how many times he stopped to pray, but he did so again.
“Lord, I hope you’re not tired of hearing me say I need your help today. I don’t know what kind of mess I’ll walk into at work, but you promised to go with me if I asked, so I’m asking — and trusting. I take you at your word, and thank you in advance for preparing and protecting me as I face the unknown. Tell me what to do. I praise you in Jesus’ name for the answers I can’t yet see. Amen.”
When Chris lifted his head, a whisper fluttered across his mind, Read Ephesians 6:13-18.
Out loud, Chris said, “Is that you God?”
“Go,” came the soundless answer in his head.
Tissuey wisps, turned back pages of the Bible, at the prompt of Chris’s index finger. He stopped at the fourth chapter of Ephesians and began to read into the empty kitchen, “Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of….”
Chris stopped reading and spoke toward the ceiling, “Okay, it’s clear I’m supposed to stand.”
Not alone, came the voice inside Chris’s head. Do not enter the battle without protection today. Put on My full armor, and I will go with you. I will not leave you, nor will I forsake you, no matter how things look on the surface.
“How do I put on your armor?”
Just stand and do it.
Get up, and follow my instructions step-by-step. Do not overlook one area, otherwise the enemy will penetrate your weakness, and pierce you from behind. Now stand, read my word, and put on My full armor, leave nothing uncovered.
Feeling a bit foolish, Chris stood. He pointed his finger on verse fourteen, “…with the belt of truth buckled around your waist….”
Hold out your hands and take the truth, then secure it around your waist.
Shaking his head in wonder, Chris did what he was told. He held his hands, palms up, in front of him. In milliseconds, a slight weight seemed to shift his fingers. Chris closed his eyes and imagined a shiny belt, wide and golden, draped across his hands. He lifted the priceless treasure, fitted the sides to himself, and cinched it in the back.
He looked around to make sure no one else watched.
“…with the breastplate of righteousness in place,..” still cautious, Chris pictured himself fastening a pristine covering on his torso.
Without prompting, he read verse fifteen aloud, “…and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.” Eagerly now, Chris lifted his right foot and then his left, placing invisible, soft, yet impenetrable moccasins, over the bare skin on his feet.
Verse sixteen, “In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.” Chris clutched the protective barrier in his left hand with vigor.
In seventeen he read, “Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.” Smiling now, Chris patted the ornate helmet, unseen, on top of his head, and adjusted it to sit properly.
Finally, he picked up his Bible, and holding it in his extended right hand, finished verse eighteen with power in his voice. “And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.” He lifted the Bible higher for emphasis — until a giggle interrupted the moment.
He whirled to face Cindy, standing in the doorway.
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Anita Agers-Brooks is a Business Coach, Certified Personality Trainer, Communications Specialist, speaker, and writer. She lives in Missouri with her family.