Love Conquers All?

 

Love Conquers All?

1 Corinthians 13

     Shamanism is no small thing.  It is an underlying plague that snakes through our society.  Convinced the spirit world can indeed influence, its patrons so delve into the darkness on purpose or by accident.  Like mistakenly finding a new power, its subjects fall into a discipleship type of relationship.  With continued confluence, a body merges with another power.  So enticed are these spirits by the offer of seduction, they cannot help but become involved.  See, it is their job as a rebellion of misfit wanderers.

     When one slips to the natural lack of discernment in given spiritual matters, he or she runs the risk of demonic control.  “Throwing a fit?  I just lost my head?  I don’t know what come over me.”  Ever heard these words?  These are evidences of the unseen.

     Sure, there is the flesh.  But the flesh can be amplified or the volume turned up.  Whatever works in a power struggle is game for a person so given to these rages.  Man to wife?  Wife to man?  The dynamics of the home spin uncontrollably.  What is meant to be in order as understood authority is crippled by these exterior involvements.  It is hard enough solidifying a marriage in this fallen world without demonic conundrums. The question, “Who is really in charge here?”  If the man says, “I am.”  He has failed.  If the wife says she is, witchcraft if at her door.  So breeds chaos when Christ is not recognized as the head.

     How can these contortions be straightened out?  Love.  Love endures.  Love takes the punches.  Love sticks it out and offers no offence back in return.  Love surely is greater than any witchcraft spell.  God comes as a Violent Overthrower of power when His little ones call on Him.

     Are you stuck in a powerless relationship?  Are you at the mercy of another?  Do shamans run about you with potions of deliverance?  There is one deliverer.  His name is God. 

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