I’ve written blog after blog pouring out my heart about various subjects God has taught me. I prayed for wisdom and discernment a few years ago and how he answered that prayer was through testing, situations, and experiences. I’ve written what feels like novel posts unraveling these seasons.

This post is different, and typing it brings tears to my eyes because I’ve learned it’s not our fight.

Yes. We should speak the truth in love, but we would be fighting all day, every day, if we woke up wanting to defend the truth about every evil that we face in the day with boxing gloves. Fighting with love means smiling at them to pass the salad. Fighting with love means simply treat them as a human being and ask about their day. Fighting with love is knowing it’s not your war to win, but to continue fighting the GOOD fight.

The situation I am writing about today is about several atheist family members who started studying pure darkness and evil. But, sitting at the lunch table with them, you wouldn’t know it because those words are never said. Yes, the fruit of the said evil is evident through topics and choice words used, but reading tarot cards wasn’t mentioned. Symbols are inked all on their skin and crystals/jewelry is worn, but unless you were aware of these things you wouldn’t know. How do you live with what seems a double life?

When I first found out, I literally prayed, obsessed, waited a year on what to do. How could this be happening and everyone acting as if it’s ok? Does anyone know? If not, how can you hide such a secret?

After a year, I spoke up ONE time and warned of the future. What starts off as “harmless” only escalates into extreme danger. What I said is hopefully a seed but remains rejected as of today. Ezekiel talks about the watchmen. If you do not warn them about danger then the blood is on your hands. If you warn them, but they do not turn away then it is not your hands.

So, what do you do? You pray. You pray quietly and fervently. The word says not to cast your pearls before swine. Do not correct a fool. They don’t have to know you’re praying for them and would mock you if they did. I remember the day God said to speak. I spoke up and was able to let it go after that.

How do you watch someone run straight toward the edge of a cliff?

Because they chose to do so. You can warn them that the edge is near and they need to stop, but it is ultimately their choice to not listen and continue running.

Evil comes in many shapes and forms, but the most common is just a lost person right in your family—that person who is the most fun to be around and makes you laugh the loudest.

You sit at the dinner table and be pleasant even while wanting to shout at the top of your lungs. You pray for them in the secret place and just be yourself in your presence. You don’t give the enemy a chance to steal your peace. You don’t start arguments with someone who chooses to be blind and live in darkness.

As a Christian, you are the temple of the holy spirit, and therefore His work will happen when you’re not even thinking it will. The fight isn’t against flesh and blood, but against the principalities and rulers of the dark ages.

You pray.

And you never stop praying.

I’ve witnessed conversions, and none can be plucked from His hand. None can be so lost He could never find them.

Sometimes, the only witness you have for the day is your t-shirt that says, “He left the 99 to rescue me”.

He can breathe life into dry bones.