In some ways I think my generation has seen more suffering per our few short years to date than any other generation in the same amount of time. Just within the past two weeks I have heard about husbands dying of heat attacks, children who have cancer, missionaries coming down with weird diseases, and pastors imprisoned for their faith. Then there were the violent attacks of murder and hate at a mosque, beach resort and factory. It just doesn't stop. The spiritual battle rages fiercely and one by one it seems like the enemy is targeting and taking out servant after servant after servant of the LORD. It looks and feels so bleak. We are told that this life is a spiritual battle and casualties appear to be mounting up to the heavens.
If there was no hope beyond this point, I would find a pole and run up my white flag of surrender. But this is not all there is! This is not where it ends! And what glorious hope we have! Light will break through and God will win and every casualty will be made worth it. The Gospel will triumph, those bound will be set free, and we, too, will be freed from this world of sin and darkness. Our tears will be dried and our hearts eternally comforted.
While here on earth, fighting this battle, we are promised that we will never be left alone. We are promised that our LORD and King will be near us. He will uphold us as we live humbly before Him. He will guide us and direct every one of our steps. He will keep us in the way as we walk where He wants us to go. This life is not all there is; it is a battle and we must continue on. For what would life be if not a fight for the Gospel? And what should be our longing if not for our eternal home? And what is the place in which we live if not a battle ground upon which we search for a glimpse of our King as we seek to please Him? This life is a battle and we must continue on.