The Holy Spirit gave me this yesterday (22nd of October 2014): BOLD AS A SON, FIERCE AS A LION. So I decided to revisit some of my early posts themed on Courage and the likes. 


No weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you.

The devil is in his haberdashery,
fashioning a cloak of anarchy,
He plans to sneak in while men sleep,
and plant his weeds vile and so nasty! (Excerpt from Church Notes)

Have you been to fear’s forge? It is the smithy of sin where the devil works tirelessly plotting and scheming against the sons of Zion. Have you been to hell’s hearth where all our fears in different shapes and sizes are crafted and designed to specification? The bible says we are drawn away by our own lusts. Have you seen the tongs of temptation those infernal tools of the devil with which he seduces us and leaves us with a licentious lifestyle?

The morning begins with an endless heave for ‘cheddar’. Man is entwined in a relentless pursuit of happiness and though it is a worthy goal he seems to face this immense task with a host of enemies on his path. All through the day the hours are beset with difficulties – nagging relatives, odious neighbors, and hostile leaders and lying friends. But man’s greatest battle is with himself. Scholars have noted aptly that the battlefield is in the mind. So if the arena is man’s mind, you must wonder what the tools of this battle are.

Jesus was in the wilderness engaged in a spiritual exercise then the devil comes in and attacks his identity – if you are the son of God. Adam and Eve are enjoying the ambience of Eden then the serpent slinks in and questions God’s word to them – did God say? The devil’s tools are suggestions and seductions. He seeks to weaken our grasp on our heritage as believers. If you enter fear’s forge this is what you would see. Believers parading like puny puppies with their tails between their legs running off in fear.

The devil’s tongue wags listlessly and relentlessly. Life as a consequence of the fall speaks tirelessly against me. The harsh winds of life buffet us without respite. There was once upon a time when I was like Jonah in the belly of the whale lost in a world of sin and sedition. I wandered aimlessly like the prodigal son, a true wastrel squandering the wealth of my father on worldly pleasures. I was hooked on the toxic of my own desires and wants and thus caged by the enemy.

Then in the blink of an eye a report sprung up on the earth; a man rose whose face was held in disdain whose life was the very scourge of the death. They called him the man of suffering. Though there was no beauty in Him he stripped pain of its deathly influence and produced beauty. This was the message of the heralds. There was a rumbling in the mountains; the messengers from Zion brought news filled with glad tidings. I was free!
In this present dispensation there is a quiet realization that I am redeemed and returned to Zion. The blindness inflicted on me by the dominion of darkness has been removed. [2 Corinthians 4:4]


I see that the machinations of mayhem and mischief no longer have mastery over me. Now I am conscious that the stratagem of Satan and his cohorts holds no sway on me. I am truly more than conqueror. For no weapons fashioned against me shall prosper. This is the confidence with which I enter the fray. I do not rely on my own innate abilities or talents but only one thing – the identity of righteousness embedded in my New Creation DNA.

I have been to fear’s forge and when it comes to me all the weapons crafted have become obsolete. They lie in waste for the devil is clueless. His mind is in knots and convoluted twists because he has never faced such an opponent like me before. How does one fight the wind? How will he hold what he cannot see? There is nothing that he can conceive; no plan he can prepare that will hamper my surge to success.

This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and this is their vindication from me,” declares the LORD.

How does one fight the wind? I am born of the Spirit, I am truly divine. I am Spirit! I can say without fear that the lines fall for me in pleasant places. Life’s countless contradictions cannot cause me to curse the Lord. I am truly fearless. Why? Because perfect Love casts out fear. I am perfectly loved by God and so are you.

You might wonder about that last paragraph. Perhaps you were raped or you did the raping. Perhaps your dad cursed at you or disowned you or you have no dad. The truth is the sacrifice of Christ on the cross and the subsequent resurrection and exaltation of Jesus is proof of God’s Love for you.

ALL YOU NEED TO DO (in response) IS BELIEVE. Your sins (the entire bunch of them) HAVE BEEN forgiven and YOU (WITH ALL YOUR FLAWS, FRECKLES AND FRAILTIES) HAVE BEEN accepted IN CHRIST.

Petroleum engineer? Yup. But I love writing as much as I love solving complex reservoir engineering problems. Watch out for poetry. Still trying to soar the heights of prose tho' Stay tuned dearies.

4 thoughts on “Fearless

  1. Ah!we are His people the sheep of His pasture!funny after apostle John said behold what manner of love the Father has lavished upon us that we should be called His children,he re-enforced the statement by saying and “that is what we really are”to erase any doubts!choi……what manner of love by being birthed by Him,we have benn genetically implicated to bring forth goodfruits!very deep expository dear!more grace!@ogetours


  2. All through the day the hours are beset with difficulties – nagging relatives, odious neighbors, and hostile leaders and lying friends.

    So all of these truly do not matter
    Well the part of me that is still human always requires a reminder
    that i am just like my Father, just like God.


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