We, as Christians, are like those being
lead in a triumphal procession as the ones who were defeated, who
should be hanging our heads, only to discover that through our
surrender and defeat, we have been granted a freedom that is far
beyond what we had before; a victory greater than any defeat we
endured.
As we progress in our procession our clothes slowly change.
The old cord about our waist becomes a Belt of Truth, the rags draped
around our shoulders become a Breastplate of Righteousness, our tired
feet feel as if they have wings of Readiness, on one hand our manacle
becomes a Shield of Faith, and the other turns into the Sword of the
Spirit, our bowed head momentarily falls a little lower with the
added weight, but then we realize our shame has been replaced with
the Helmet of Salvation. We look around us in wonder to discover that
we, the conquered, the broken have become the Conquerors and, instead
of being sentenced to a life of crushing slavery, we have been
elected Ambassadors of our Conquering King. With this armor thus in
place we must remember that we do not fight our fellow man, “For we
wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world,
against spiritual wickedness in high places.” As well as all our
other clothing and armor, we must remember to also clothe ourselves
with “compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. And
over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in
perfect unity.”
Those once corrupted with Darkness become a Shining
Light to the world and through all our attire aforementioned we reflect the Glory of our King.
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