Fiction

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(In a whispered tone) I'm back here at the front. I've waited well after midnight risking that the enemy would get closer. Allowing me to describe first hand how they operate.

(In a normal tone) There's no sign of them though. It's probably because of last nights ambush. Yes, I fell to the enemies lure. It was 3 a.m. What was I doing up at 3 a.m.? Writing, of course. I got done with what I was doing on Microsoft Word; was getting ready to shut things down – when it happened. A thought was whispered in to my ear, "Check out what's going on in sports." Seems innocent enough right, but it's the lure. This took me to MSN. Then, without even thinking, I found myself going to inappropriate websites.

You have a home security system for your house? What's it do? Sounds an alarm, maybe turns on lights; how about calling an operator who notifies the police. You know what! You could have an alarm system that shoots the intruder, but all they have to do is cut one wire, one little wire, and all that is disabled. And that's what it feels like when the enemy comes floating in whispering those innocent innuendos – my defenses have been compromised.

See the enemy studies me. Like being on a steak out. But they don't have to hide in the bushes because I can't see them. I just get a shot of inspiration. I need to pray for a barrier to be placed around my home and around me. Like being accompanied by guard dogs (I would say, "Because our God is the Big Dog" but He is deserving of all respect and reverence. This is not to say He doesn't have a sense of humor). But I put on the armor every morning (okay, but it is most mornings – really). Is something happening during the course of the day preventing me from keeping it on?

I just looked back. I was talking about the enemy studies me. This reminds me of 1 Tim 4: 1,2 (NASB) "But the Spirit explicitly says that in later times some will fall away from the faith paying attention to deceitful (KJV says seducing – I like that one) spirits and doctrines of demons…seared in their own conscience as with a branding iron." I mentioned being lured earlier. A type of seduction. Involving a form of curiosity! And every time I fail, is my conscience being seared? Hmm.

Well, I've gone much deeper than I intended. As I look around I don't see any sign of the enemy. That is one of their M.O.'s; once they strike that's it for the weekend. But I can't put anything past them. The enemy is relentless. Can you comprehend relentless. Like the Orks and other creatures on "Lord of the Rings": they have one purpose – to kill. So does my enemy.

Signing off until the next battle; at the front.

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