Saturday, May 07, 2011

Taking captives

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl. More than almost anything, the boy wanted to make the girl happy. He wanted her to feel loved, wanted, appreciated. But alas, he was unable to do so, at least not all the time.

The fault was not his. And it was not entirely hers. The fault lay with the enemy of their souls. An enemy that had hated long before they were created, that hated their Creator in fact. But the Creator was so strong, and the enemy, being a mere creation himself, was far to weak to get to the Creator. But the creation, specifically the boy and the girl, were within his reach.

And reach he did. He reached into their hearts and minds and fought with his most powerful weapon: lies. Also known as half truths, his lies were so powerful, they earned him the title 'father of lies'. The lies would seep into their hearts as if they were their very own thoughts. And the girl thought these thoughts and owned these thoughts, thoughts like: the boy doesn't want to listen to me; the boy just wants to play with his toys; the boy doesn't care how I feel; this will never get better; I should just give up.

And the lies threatened to take over, morning after morning. But the girl was not completely helpless. She had a powerful weapon as well. Because the Creator had not left her alone. He had said He was always with her and would never forsake her. In fact, He said she need only resist the enemy and he would flee from her. But He had instructed her to take her thoughts captive. Capturing thoughts, though it sounds simple, is very difficult. In fact, it requires the skilled help of the Creator to accomplish it.

So, the girl, remembering the Words hidden in her heart, reached out with the faith that the Creator was stronger than her enemy, and said the magic words: help please, it's too hard, I can't. And to her wonder and amazement, the pain that had just been crushing her tender heart and mind began to melt away. The lies didn't seem true anymore. She remembered that the day was a good day and she had much to be thankful for.

In fact, while the reader may be impressed at the girl's creative ability to hide the exact nature of the cause of the tiff she had with the boy, the fact is, though it hurt so badly at the time, she no longer remembers.

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