I don’t write or speak openly about my faith with many people. It is mostly because I am an introvert and the backlash against anyone that speaks openly about any faith keeps me mum. My parents have always said faith is not a topic of dinner conversation, but that is another post all together.
As a result, many of the people I am closest to know that I am slightly geeky but don’t know that I am also very serious in the faith that I follow. However, not in the fanciful, extreme sense that is plastered where everyone can see. The posts on Facebook and Twitter that tell how deeply religious we are but the next post is a drunken night on the town or the extreme that use superficial words to condemn those that believe differently. No, this is religious perversion, not faith.
All of the above was not to condemn anyone, either. It was a revelation during a truly geek moment I had this afternoon that connected to the deep core of my faith. I was listening to the music from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers as I was getting coffee and setting up to finish work. Most of the music was played during battle scenes and I never really listened to the words until recently. The song “Fight” came on and I listened to the words for the first time in almost 20 years. If you have never heard this song (if you watched MMPR, you have) the link is above.
As I listened to the words, I thought about how I have felt when I’ve faced a spiritual battle. The past two years have been a series of life altering changes that have brought me to my knees, in the most literal sense. Some of it has been due to my own ignorance; others have been so far out of my hands it has felt like the world around me was shaken to the ground.
At the beginning of this year, I undertook a project that pulled me out of my comfort zone. The thing is, this is a project that I had tried before and failed. However, before trying this time I consulted, prayed and waited. Then I received an answer to move. So I did. I moved completely on knowing and believing that the path was cleared for me.
It seems that when we do this, much like the physics of spirituality, there is always equal and opposing force. The closer I moved on this endeavor, the more opposition I began to feel. I began to feel as if this was a mistake and that I should turn back and let go of the dream. Tears and pain came, I prayed in earnest and two doors opened that I never imagined possible. So I kept going, but then fear crept in. I began to hear from friends and family “You sure you can do that?” to “You still want to go that route? I thought you had given up on that.” I started to believe them. Maybe I should give up. Why am I fighting for this so hard? Who is really on my side?
But wait a minute…
As I was listening to the words, it struck me. The Father is on my side. So often we feel like the beginning of the song:
So you fell into the danger…and you’re all alone tonight
Well you’re surrounded by the hurting type,
And you just don’t care for the sight
However, if we just step back we would realize that we don’t have to do it all alone. We really must be strong and the power is on our side. Yes, the enemy will try to give us fear, but we can’t just run and hide. If we stand up and fight, we are not alone. Above all else, don’t give up or give in to fear. I have said that patience is not sitting around doing nothing but it is actively seeking the answer and taking the steps to move at the right time. This is faith and faith is fighting through the battles when you feel like you will lose.