Playing My Part: In The Theater of Spiritual Warfare
The Cadence of Light and Shadow
Walking up to the boardwalk, I saw a busker encircled by a group of people and paused to take notice of the show.
Everyone was having fun.
The man performed stunts and told jokes for the audience’s entertainment, heckling for every extra dollar thrown into his hat.
The tourists were there on vacation with money to burn—hopeful for great stories to take home with them.
For now, everything was fiction and fantasy. They need their experiences before heading back to the drudgery and grind of real life.
I felt My Father’s nudge.
“Okay. I’ll play the part again now if You wish.”
Usually vigilant and reserved out in the world on my own, I threw caution to the wind.
“What have I got left to lose?” I wondered, trusting He’d let me know before long.
I conjured up the appropriate muse for my performance and got into character ahead of making my way through the crowds.
Who would be my co-stars? Freeing myself from self-restraint, I eagerly sought.
Living out loud is never easy, but the more practiced I get at it, the better I become in My assigned role.
It’s one thing to act on a stage or set in front of an expectant audience or a film crew, while quite another to do so in public on His behalf.
I was ready.
I had as much fun with it as I could, though it was scary. Improv success largely depends on the entire collective group.
My goal—simply to recognize.
Target acquired.
The Jehovah's Witnesses’ spot I’d seen earlier had been vacated, and in it were remnants of hell: A big flag reading TRUMP, and a small boombox blaring against the gentle sound of the ocean waves.
I stood there and waited.
When the soldier returned to his post and confronted me, I respectfully bowed to his presence—though he did not yield in this way to Mine.
Shouting at Me, he discharged a can of pepper spray in my face.
I rose to the occasion, meeting his act head-on with My words.
He yelled vulgarities, carrying the scene.
Our audience cheered and took footage as they witnessed.
I waved in appreciation at their applause before retreating to the public restroom to clean up.
So ugly and unnecessary are these monsters.
For the next act, I told Him:
“Now I’ve taken care of Your family and it’s Your turn to take care of Mine,” then went on my way in search of the next soul to awaken.
I found three chairs on the beach that had been left out for Me.
I sat down in appreciation and waited.
Before long, the sun began to set, and three young men with a bottle of beer in each of their hands came by to collect their chairs.
We spoke for a while.
They were lovely.
Each received the message that My Father sent Me to deliver. We all shook hands cordially before parting ways.
It was perfect.
The rest of the scenes from that day and night need not be mentioned here, though each was as powerful as could be.
Who brings whom to the playground is subjective.
I require no introduction to act out My part.
There will always be demons attempting to surround and destroy Us.
How they show up and communicate doth give Me the cues.
I choose which ones to engage with—to whom I gift My grace and virtue.
One for Me, then one for you—the cadence is quite comfortable in this way.
Though, when they get greedy and test Me, that’s when they get bested to stay.