|   Won and One
 
 “But
        I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled Eve through his
        subtlety, so your minds should be corrupted from the simplicity that is
        in Christ.”  2Cor. 11:3 
 I
  cannot help but think that the same Satan
                        that beguiled Eve in the garden to destroy paradise comes closer to us
                        than we like to imagine. He is subtle, but not simple.  He would
                        corrupt the simplicity that is in Christ Jesus.  This evil one has his questions still.  “Hath God said…?” sounded innocent enough.  But by the time she was through with trying to answer it, she
                        was entertaining a nest of doubts that writhed like a sea of serpents.  The poison of these asps has fueled the flames of hell to this
                        day and has razed the once green canopy of peace and left many a faith
                        and fellowship a smoking ruin.   My mind and wit is no match for this dark
                        angel who once walked among the stars of God.  Any sword of reason I may wield shall prove too dull.  Only the sword of the spirit will win the day.  Knowing this, the evil beast will yet attempt to tamper with our
                        only weapon.  He will either
                        try blunting its edge with foolish questions, send us off fighting
                        phantoms, or worse; he will have us turn the blade on our own.   He would steal us away from the simplicity of
                        Christ and beguile us with solving puzzles of the universe, sophistry,
                        or prophecy.  After trusting
                        Christ and meeting with him in the garden, and worshipping at his
                        nail-scarred feet, we are in danger of losing sight of him as we
                        entertain some subtle question posed by Satan it becomes our quest.  We must prove the Preterist an infidel, hang some
                        hyper-Calvinist, or raise a standard of some determined doctrine like an
                        ensign on the pinnacle of the temple. We spend our days searching for
                        proof texts like so many poppies from which to make the opium of our
                        opinions, and spend our nights smoking our water pipes in danger of
                        addiction to some minor doctrine.    Half the church is off on some holy war and
                        is in danger of dying on a wrong and ill-chosen battlefield, when all
                        the while Christ has simply asked us to bring the news of a victory
                        already “won,” and that we his followers be “one.”   If the serpent has failed to keep us from being won,  be assured he will spend the rest of evil days trying to keep us
                        from being one.   Once
                        the disciples argued in his very presence about which one of them was
                        the greatest.  Now the
                        church argues about his second coming, his gifts, or his grace, and like
                        so many money changers in the temple, is in danger of missing the moment
                        and the majesty of his presence.                                                                             id
                      
                                                    
  
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