You’re all alone in your cozy apartment, basking in the sheer tranquillity of your plush domain. Away from the cacophony of city life, your sanctuary, your sweet escape feels like a mini heaven. Soulful music purrs away mindlessly, filling your abode with a relaxing ambiance. Life is good.
He barges in. Scruffy and smelly as always.
How did I ever meet this guy?
With not so much as the curtsy of a knock or a hi, he plops down on your supple sofa, rumpling it without a care in the world. The stains on his shirt are transplanted to your furniture. Black, oily prints dot every spot he’s touched. A brownish, grease-like trail marks the floor from the door to his location on your sofa.
You spent the last three hours of your life tidying up this space and this fellow just ruined it – with a smirk on his face, what can YOU do about this?, he says in his head.
You restrain yourself long enough to actually think. Your fists are tightening, your heart is thumping and the volcano of fury within is bubbling ever closer to the surface. How do I handle this?
You think about repeating the entire cleaning process.
Aaarrggghh..the stress, the time.
Maybe educating your guest on how his inconsiderate actions are upsetting your plans and emotions will help.
You’ve done that countless times already. This dude just doesn’t listen.
Maybe you should lock up more.
Oh snap! He’s got a spare key.
Here. I’ve got an idea.
How about you just kill the dude?
Yeah you heard me. How about you just pull out a shotgun and go
Blam! Blam! Blam!
There. He’s dead.
The smoke lifts as the last shell clinks against the tiles.
You wipe the sweat off your brow and there’s no remorse, no shock, no panic.
In fact, you feel something totally unexpected.
Excitement. Relief. Freedom.
Standing astride the intruder, you smile to yourself. One more down. It feels good to be a killer.
For the WEAPONS of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the PULLING DOWN OF STRONGHOLDS;
CASTING DOWN IMAGINATIONS, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and BRINGING INTO CAPTIVITY EVERY THOUGHT to the obedience of Christ
2 Corinthians 10 : 3-5
You know those negative thoughts you keep having? Those unwanted guests that keep messing up your mental space, littering it with thoughts of
*add to the list*
It’s time to lay them to rest.
Kill them all.
Live by Design.