Shabbat morning has arrived, and I sit on the edge of my bed slowly stretching the cramps and aches out. It was a restless night as the outrages continued simmering in my mind. I am almost totally disconnected from the news now, though I did stop by one of the major sites to see if a repost made by a fellow traveler was true. Unfortunately, it was not.
Our van has been breached, we have no rear to defend and cannot see our flanks in the confusion. Our formations are in disarray as well and our lines of communications have been cut. It is time to let the enemy have this battlefield and retire to safe ground. Safe ground is our silence and prayer closets.
It is a new war for us. Our leaders have been largely bought off. There may be a couple or so left in government, but we have no way of knowing if they have been also been corrupted. Cut them lose and if they float, they float on their own virtue, and if they sink, they sink because of their own depravity. We cannot win a war of attrition.
But we are not without resources. That still small voice leads us along safe pathways. The enemy cannot intercept his messages and would not comprehend them if he did. The Spirit does not speak the enemy’s tongue. Be slow and measured with your words, for the enemy walks among you and calls you friend, and you cannot discern him. Indeed, he doesn’t even know he is your enemy.
Hard times are ahead, but one unseen fights for us. Stay behind his lines where it is safe, and be about the Master’s business.