I just heard a speaker mention something I had never known before. He said there is one animal on earth who does something different from any other animal on the planet. The creature is a gnu, which looks like a cross between a really weird looking deer and a buffalo. Not really winning any beauty contests there!
Anyway, what makes him so special is how he positions himself for battle with other gnus or with a predator. He kneels on the ground. I guess it’s because his horns are his greatest armor and weapon.
Regardless of the gnu’s reason, I found myself wondering how often I go into spiritual battle (that’s EVERY battle we ever have!) on my knees. What is your most frequent position when confronted by the enemy? I will admit mine is sometimes the fetal one! Curled up in a corner, sucking my thumb and rocking back and forth, praying for it to quickly end. Okay, not really, but you get the idea.
I often worry first. Or bite someone’s head off first. Or implement any number of equally useless tactics.
How often do we really come to God first? On our knees? Oh, we’ll get there eventually. After we’ve tried everything else to fight the giant in front of us. But I have to admit, it isn’t always my “go to” move. And it should be!
Instead I talk to my friends about my problems first, or I go into panic mode first. I’ve been trying as of late to immediately call God into my sad state of affairs before I involve the rest of the world.
When I do that, I have more peace.
When I do that, I have more joy.
When I do that, I have more love to give those the enemy uses to hurt me.
On my knees.
God did this so that men would seek Him and perhaps reach out to Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us.
Acts 17: 27