“Be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.” — Ephesians 6:10-11
The Christian life is a lifelong war fought in the heart, where victory belongs not to the strongest, but to those who stand firm in God’s strength, surrounded by the unseen ranks of heaven. —D.
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Every Christian fights in a war unseen. The battlefield is not some distant plain, not a place of banners and bloodied ground, but the heart—the wild, untamed ground where the Light and dark powers wrestle for a man’s soul. Christ is the Commander, His voice steady over the clamor, His marshals at His side—the saints who have gone before, the angels who stand guard, the unseen ranks that war for us when we are too weary to lift our swords. But the fight itself is ours. It begins in the secret places of the mind, in the quiet choices no one else sees. And it does not end until the last breath leaves our lips.
St. Paul said it rightly: We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against spiritual wickedness in high places. And what a wrestling it is. The tempter comes not with trumpets but with whispers, pressing on the weak places, gnawing at courage, weaving fear into the sinews of the soul. It takes no ordinary strength to stand. No man, on his own, can hold firm under such siege. This battle demands something more—a courage not of our own making, but poured into us by God’s own hand. A strength that is not summoned, but received.
When the fight grows heavy, when the voices of doubt and darkness gather, remember this: you are not alone. The angels fight alongside you, their shields raised in your defense. The saints—those who bled, who wept, who warred before you—lend their strength to yours. And above all, Christ Himself stands firm, His power more vast than all the legions of hell, His love burning brighter than any fire that seeks to consume you. The Lord will have war with Amalek from generation to generation. The struggle is not new, and it is not yours alone. It belongs to the Church, to the whole communion of God’s people, stretched across time, standing together in a fight that has already been won.
And here is the great truth: victory does not belong to the strongest, to the ones who never stumble, never falter. It belongs to those who refuse to turn away, to those who keep their soul open to God, who pray His power bears them up when their own fails. Even the weakest—women, children, those the world counts as nothing—have stood firm and overcome, not by their own might, but by the strength of the One who fights for them. So take heart. The war is long, but the ending is sure. Stand, and stand again. The battle is already won.