I have scriptures on my table and pulled one out for my son. He said, “oh mine just says something about sheep in an ashtray.” “What?” I said. “That’s impossible. There weren’t any ashtray’s in the bible.”
I already knew before grabbing the card from his hand, what it said, but began to laugh at the analogy. “All we like sheep have gone astray. Each of us unto his own way.”
“Oh,” he said. Laughing. As if it wasn’t really any different, since, really, when does a 13 year old boy ever, use the word, astray?
Ashtray, is definitely more appropriate, and hey, he may be slanging a new term for the Urban Dictionary.
I actually started using it since, it was so catchy. It has basically the same meaning which the Lord was trying to convey. And by taking a look at the world today, it is one big ashtray and we’re all in it. Very similar to “going to hell in a hand basket.” Perhaps more up to date.
I have been thinking a lot about the battles which continue to rage on and my place and position. I realize that in war, we all have a decision to make. Cut and run, or face our fear. This is what makes us braver.
I’ve faced the enemy and I’ve learned all his strategies. I’m not afraid of him anymore. As Paul said in scripture. “We’re not ignorant of Satan’s schemes.”
No we’re not. He’s the same today as he was in the beginning and he’s not going to stop. And neither am I. My goal is to continue the fight and storm the gates of hell.
I am the daughter of the king. I am of the lineage of Christ. I am anointed by Him.
He has already asked, “Who will take a stand for me against the wicked? My throne will not be allied with a throne of corruption.”
Yea, not too many out there that are willing to take that stand, I’ve found. It’s not for the faint of heart, and every one seems spineless. If I meet one more person who is supposed to be involved in law enforcement that runs and hides in fear, I’m going to throw up.
I can’t say everyone is like this, but I know that most people I’ve seen are just toothless lions. No power for a fight. Taking the perks of job, but the laws have become perverted.
Bullies everywhere and the public stands by and watches. Afraid to get involved.
About a year ago, I was at the baseball park when my son was warming up.in the dugout. As I sat down in the bleachers, my ex husband and my step daughter were sitting there talking for a while before I arrived.
I heard some yelling from across the field at my son’s side near the bleachers and the guy was just screaming and throwing this little, tiny girl into the bench. “Oh, that’s been going on for a few minutes.” My ex husband said.
“What?” I couldn’t believe this. Even though it was from across the field, I could see and hear it and it was horrible. But what made it worse, was that grown men were standing right by the dugout and no one was making a move to speak up for this little girl.
“That’s it!” I threw down my stuff and marched over to this big jerk. I now see the little girl sitting in front of him on the bleachers and she crying so hard that it’s obvious she can’t stop, but she’s trying to hold back. He’s sitting behind her like he’s the guard. “I look at him and try to speak in my most non-confrontational voice, so I don’t scare her. “Listen, I don’t know what you think you’re doing to this little girl. But I can hear you from across the field and it’s abuse. You need to keep your hands off of her or I’m going to call the police.”
Then I looked at her and said, “Are you ok honey?” She was. As he looks at me and says, “Don’t talk to my daughter.” But yet, amazingly, he doesn’t make a move toward me. I said, “I’m telling you that you need to keep you’re hands off of her and stop cursing at her. She’s terrified.”
Then he tells me, “I have every right to discipline my kid and the police would tell me this.” “Oh, you think so? Go ahead and call them. I’ll be happy to tell them how you’re throwing her around and I’m quite sure they won’t agree and their isn’t a court around that would agree either.”
At this point he quieted down. The little girl calmed down too. He almost seemed relieved that someone put a stop to his madness.
But the strangest thing was, one of the coaches came up later and said, “Listen, if you ever have a problem like that, you need to let me know. I work for the court system.” “Hmm,” I thought. “That’s really strange, cause you were standing right next to the fence, and should have spoken up.”
But this really is the way of the world. How many people, children, elderly, special needs, etc. must be hurt, before someone comes to their aid? “Who will take a stand for me against the wicked, says the Lord?”
Yes, we are all just sheep in an ashtray, but in the end, some of us, will be given “beauty for ashes!”
Take a stand, even if you’re the only one standing!