Bill and I watched the final movie of the Hunger Games series last night. In case you’ve been in a hole the past few years and have no idea the premise, here are the basics in one sentence: kids are forced to kill kids each year in a game in order for the president (President Snow) to keep everyone under his thumb. Bet you feel all fuzzy inside now.
One of the themes that comes up in the second book is, “Remember who the enemy is.” In other words, the people you’re killing are slaves just like you. Though you don’t see the enemy (the president), all of this is his doing. So let everything you do be to fight him, not necessarily the other contestants.
All I can think when I hear this is, “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” (Ephesians 6:12)
When we woke up this morning and talked to our kids, we found out one child took the opportunity of having babysitters last night to build sin upon sin. And I got ticked. Originally, my anger was directed at my daughter, but when I recalled this passage, my anger became greater.
But not toward my daughter.
Anger at a devil who has been defeated but is raging against Jesus in his final days. Anger that he still has such a hold of my little girl who has already been through more than most adults I know.
So this morning I’ve been praying. Praying for my daughter’s tender heart which is as easily deceived as her mother’s. Praying for Jesus to save her so one day she can cry out, “You put forth your best effort. You thought you had me because of my past, because of my failure, because I deserve nothing better than you. But oh, you fool! You can’t separate me from the love of God in Christ Jesus! My salvation doesn’t come from my works but from the grace of God alone through the blood of his Son, and that same Son defeated you already when he was raised from the dead. You’re so pitifully powerless that I mock your effort. I’m his, not yours.”
Our battle isn’t against our children. Let’s pray for our children, who, like us, are so easily swayed by lies of one far worse than President Snow. Don’t forget who the enemy is, and rejoice in the power of the Victor.