Puebla  Mexico is a beautiful city high in the mountains with an elevation of over 7000 ft.  When we first arrived several of us became sick and nauseated (use your imagination).  We at first attributed this to unclean food or impure water.  After doing some research we discovered  that it was neither.  The cause was altitude sickness.  Altitude sickness is a reaction of the body to suddenly experiencing very high altitudes which have less oxygen.  This sickness mimics a flu like syndrome of body aches, head aches, and nausea (use your imagination.)  Any type of physical activity, walking up a hill, carrying heavy material, running, pushing, pulling, climbing, exacerbates altitude sickness.  The bottom line is,  we were very tired.  This was our last day and we were trying to complete the projects at the orphanage we had started.  I was really dragging (I was the oldest one there so have some sympathy).  We were just finishing mounting the new basketball rim and backboard when one of the ministers with us murmered,  ”finish strong.”  We actually began to pray that we would finish strong.  The two words, finish strong, began to echo  in my ears over and over again.  It gave me the inspiration to pick myself up and get back to work so that we could complete the tasks which would make the orphanage a little brighter for the children. 

Even though it’s been years since our trip, I am often reminded of those words, “finish strong”  especially when I’m tired and just want to quit.  It might be a large project at home or work,  or often it’s at the gym and I’m trying to complete my 3rd mile on the treadmill.  I have a still small voice in my head  that whispers “finish strong.”  Usually I am able to pick up my speed just a little and complete my goal. 

This week for Thanksgiving, we are visiting Kathy’s mom in Tennessee and I always go to their YMCA (which is a fabulous place) for my work out and daily run.  This morning I was running on a treadmill facing the parking lot looking out on the gray damp morning.  It was about 7 am, and I was nearing the completion of my second mile.  As I looked out toward the parking lot and up the sidewalk leading to the front door of the Y, I caught a glimpse of a little old lady, with thinning silver hair, stooped over with osteoporosis,  slowly, yet deliberately,  hobbling into the gym using her walking cane.  Yup you may have guessed it, the little old lady was Kathy’s 87 year old mother. 

The picture was a woman fiercely pushing onward,  to finish strong with great determination.  Intentionally moving forward, never giving up, NEVER, she lives her life to it’s fullest, set and determined to finish strong.  What a role model, what an example, what a heritage for Kathy and my boys. 

I finished my workout, hit the shower and as I walked out through the lobby, I peered  through the window to  the glass covered swimming area and noticed a little silver haired head bobbing up and down, up and down  in the swimming pool. Actually, there were several silver  heads bobbing up and down creating small ripples in the huge pool of blue shimmering water.   Grandmother Howard seemed to be enjoying the excercise with a small cadre of her peers who also have made the decision to finish strong.  A decision they will never regret.

When you’re tempted to “throw in the towel,” when you’re tired and you really don’t want to continue, remember that you too can determine and purpose  to FINISH STRONG.

Author Unknown

Now, compare and contrast what effect this self-talk would have on your entire emotional “feelings” compared to wallowing in the mire of your difficult circumstances.  By reframing your self-talk to view difficulties in this perspective, you’ll be able to remain in the present and avoid the mire of anger and depression.

I won’t belabor Jack’s story.  It’s a familiar one for those who struggle with substance abuse.  He was in and out of therapy, attempting to maintain sobriety through a number of support groups and therapists.  I was struck by how remorseful and sorry he was for causing others pain.  And like most people suffering from addictions,  Jack had suffered tremendous pain himself, abandonment, abuse, low self esteem, depression.  Yet he loved deeply.  He loved his family and he loved God.  He wanted to be reconciled with those he loved.  He wanted to get his life in order and he was a man of strong faith in God. Yet, as true with those who struggle with addictions of any kind, there were two Jacks.  There was the Jack who was in deep emotional ache reaching out to numb the pangs of darkness that would at times flood his soul.  This was the angry, depressed Jack full of rage and discontent who was looking, searching for some way to wall off  and block the awful pain.  This was the Jack that could hurt those around him with his harsh words and his violent behavior.  But, there was also the remorseful Jack, full of guilt, shame, and yes love. Always trying to improve himself, find his way back, and live a productive and fulfilling life. Jack was earnestly searching for restoration.

Recently Jack passed away and I was fortunate to attend his memorial service which was held in a beautiful, secluded wooded campground.  The outdoor pavilion was filled with his friends and relatives. Amazing? Had he been forgotten? Did he die after living a meaningless life?   Not at all.  Remember, he loved deeply.  His children are well educated, and very well adjusted and balanced from what I can tell.  Somewhere in all this murky emotional pain and rage, he conveyed a strong sense of love, right, and wrong to those he loved.  He passed those values and ethics on to friends and relatives.  It was duly noted during the brief service.  The speaker pointed out so clearly that there were two Jacks.

This was a sun drenched summer day that I will always remember. In the quiet solitude of the woods that Jack loved so well, sitting there on a rustic picnic bench, so much seemed to make sense to me.  Not only did I come to understand more clearly who Jack was, but I also learned more about myself.  I saw so much of Jack in myself.  Jack is in all of us.  You know, the other side of us that is sometimes panicked by fear, anger, rage, the walls we build, and various addictions that take hold of our life.  Don’t be tempted to judge Jack. Addictions and seeking relief from emotional and spiritual pain come in many forms.  But, I realized perhaps for the first time, that grace covers it all. Yes, sometimes there are “two of me” struggling within just as there were two Jacks.  We continually bathe in his grace to cover our  sins. Grace made the way where flesh failed time and time again.  Jack’s final testimony was that he was ready to go home. He knew that he was forgiven and ready to accept the wide arms and embrace of his heavenly Father.  There was a real spirit of peace that fell on the mourners that day.  And I know that Jack is experiencing that peace at this moment; the ultimate peace that Jack had been searching for all of his life is now an eternal reality.  And once again, Jack had touched lives by living his.

The devil . . . does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. Whenever he speaks a lie, he speaks from his own nature; for he is a liar, and the father of lies

Satan’s power is in the lie. He has no power over you except what you given him when you believe his lies. You break his power when you expose the lie. Scripture says, “We know that we are of God, and the whole world lies in the power of the evil one” (1 John 5:19). 

How much deception is actually going on in Christians today I can only speculate. Many Christians I talk to struggle with oppressive thoughts, but they are afraid to tell anyone for fear that others will think they have a mental problem. Seldom do they realize that these distractions reflect the battle which is going on for their minds, even though Paul warned us: “The Spirit explicitly says that in latter times some will fall away from the faith, paying attention to deceitful spirits and doctrines of demons” (1 Timothy 4:1).

Since Satan’s primary weapon is the lie, your defense against him is the truth. Dealing with Satan is not a power encounter; it’s a truth encounter. When you expose Satan’s lie with God’s truth, his power is broken. That’s why Jesus said: “You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” (John 8:32). That’s why He prayed: “My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. . . . Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth” (John 17:15, 17 NIV ). That’s why the first piece of armor Paul mentions for standing against the schemes of the devil is the belt of truth (Ephesians 6:14). Satan’s lie cannot withstand the truth any more than the darkness of night can withstand the light of the rising sun.

Prayer:
Lord, I seek Your boldness today to defeat the enemy’s lies in my life and in the lives of those around me.