The grass withers, the flower fades,
Isaiah 40:8
Oh man, is earthly life short.
Oh my, eternity is forever.
There is a woman i know. She is almost 70. Eye’s bright. Eternity gleams elfin in her eyes. That uptilt of chin brought about by æons victorious in warfare on the spiritual plane. She has seen Him win the battles truly impossible to win; and those, over and over. She would say: “Every time.”
Hyper-faith. Ultra-trust. Her yoke fits perfectly. She carries some, but very little, luggage of the old self. Rather, she joyfully hoists the light burden of her Champion and marches on singing.
She is getting old, but the only things worn out in her life are probably the bottom of her knees, and the half-dozen study Bibles, some re-bound and re-fit, for deft wielding beyond the carnal realm.
There are days when – even though she is in the room – you can hardly see her. With the pressure-wave of truth from Galatians 2:20 giving weight, she might say something like: “Christ is in fact, the cause of His own effect in my life.”
Do not worship such a woman. Not ever. Don’t tell her you are proud of her. She might be rightly offended by such mis-directed praise. But, reader, take note. When around such a fully-feminine being, there is a warrior in your midst. She is simply a woman being fully the woman G_d ever intended her to be. She is a carrier of the Presence, a vessel for LORD of terrible aspect. A channel of The Love that made the worlds. Such a woman is the bane of much evil. Stand in double-honor of your sister, oh men. Deference is in order.
Would that men might rise and call women like this blessed. For surely, many of us have lived vicariously by the Life that spills out from them as G_d lives in them and through them. Would that men might follow such an example and submit fully to the Source that empowers such lives. Can anyone say?: IT IS ALL ABOUT JESUS!
Now, to the meat of the matter. Humans – even spirit beings like this one – die. As they move into the final season, what do they do? Pass-down… One last push… Hand the baton to those younger who would have both hands to receive and ears to hear.
Would that women might look to these female warrior-saints around them with expectation. Would that they might come under their tutelage and learn how to live in victory; that THEY TOO can finish life with the hope that they will hear “Well done!” in just a minute or two.
And might us men be provoked to righteous jealousy! Might we, in fact, shake off the world, step up and find those old, manly, G_d-honoring men in our midst. We’ll find them. Just look for the glint in their spiritual eyes, and their beat-up old Bibles.
Beloved, let’s find them, both men and women, and start asking a few questions of our own.
