1 Corinthians 10:12 “If you think you are standing strong, be careful not to fall.”
Story of my life!
I remember about a year and a half ago a really good friend of mine, while speaking to a group of youths at my church one evening, cautioned us that in the moment when you think you are strong enough to handle any situation that is when you fail, and fail again because you don’t realize that you are actually at your weakest.
Those words have resonated with me to this day. Recently, though, I was humbled by my own fault in realizing this.
It all started with an encounter I had with God. I was a part of a worship session that truly made me feel as though I could touch heaven, or that heaven was touching earth. Either way, God was right next to me. His presence was so real that I never wanted it to leave it, I never wanted it to end. I had an encounter! That day was the first time in a long time that I hadn’t felt that heavy conviction lay on heart when the call for prayer was made.
You know what I’m talking about. When it feels like a volcano and an earthquake decides that the pit of your stomach is the best place have a boxing match; when your chest feels as though someone just sat a summo wrestler down on you; and the ball in the throat threatens to suffocate you. Conviction!
And if you don’t, well I’m really sorry to hear that friend.
As I was saying, it was the first time I felt free of that conviction and it just prompted me to praise God even more because in my mind I thought, “yes, I’m finally at that place”. You know that place in your spiritual journey that you hope to get to because you think it means that your finally good enough, you have mastered the art of avoiding sin.
Ha! How wrong I was.
Truthfully it isn’t a bad thing at all, the lack of that heaviness I mean, because it’s a sign of spiritual growth and progress. But, in all my thinking I forgot to remind myself of a very important lesson I’ve been trying to learn: “maturity is a matter of humility and understanding, not a matter of age”.
And sure I understood, but I forgot to humble myself and instead I let pride be the axe that cut me back down to size because, I fell.
I had felt so close to God that in the moment of euphoria I let my guard down, failing to remember that the closer I get to Christ is just added motivation for the devil to try to draw me away. And he drew me alright, like a peppermint tea bag on a cold Sunday morning.
The Bible say that we are to “put on the whole armour of God that we may be able to stand against the whiles of the devil” (Ephesians 6:11).
Just as a soldier doesn’t take off his battle suit while in active combat so too as Christians we should recognize that we are always fighting to good fight.
Unfortunately, I failed when I allowed pride to swell my head into thinking that it was by my own might and works that I had finally gotten to the place, as if it were not only by the grace of God that I was even able to open my mouth and lift my hands that day.
Pride will humble you by force and with shame, don’t let it!