Ya might want to come down off that truck…
What a great metaphor for how bullying works. As a kid, I never understood it – did you? The girls who tormented me seemed like superhero-movie villains: all-knowing, all-powerful, and totally influential. The reality is that they were probably just regular girls who got mean, but no other super powers. Wish I had known that…
Maybe it was then that I developed my life-long strategy for dealing with bullies: I fold. I duck and cover, avoid at all costs, even go to great lengths to minimize any contact. In general, I’m a reasonably confident person, and I’ve been bewildered at the fact that I seem to snap when I’m around someone with a bullying personality. Wow!
When it comes to spiritual bullies, I mentioned in an earlier post that I had to overcome fear and panic when I sense that spiritual darkness in someone. Usually the Holy Spirit is pointing out to me something that’s there. I was afraid of getting slimed, Ghostbusters-style, by whatever the spiritual yucky thing was…
I’m so grateful for what Neil points out: You don’t have to outshout him or outmuscle him to be free of his influence. You just have to outtruth him.
The backbone I’m needing to get in touch with isn’t even my own; it’s my Heavenly Father’s, and He’s pretty big. Plus, it’s kind of boring up on top of the truck…
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