God perfectly engineered the human body to be a marvel of survival through healing. And it has to be, because when it’s occupied by an unredeemed soul, death and destruction is the daily constant. Our bodies are a walking testimony to the state of our souls, a flesh and blood witness of every choice we’ve ever made. Some of that can be seen with the human eye and some requires a microscope or MRI. Either way, our story is written on every cell.
I talked to a lovely lady on the phone last week, and I told her that sometimes I wish my sins weren’t so readily apparent to everyone I meet. Until a few months ago, I was an obese smoker with acne. Now I no longer smoke but the rest still holds. As soon as I meet someone, they can make all sorts of assumptions about my character and life choices—and most of those assumptions are correct. That’s not the whole story of me, of course, but my body does reveal a good portion of it. I have no way to hide.
Every line in my face, every stain on my teeth, every nervous tic or stutter, every time I can’t make eye contact – I am an open book to anyone with eyes and ears and a modicum of discernment. The voice of the enemy is ever reminding me that my failure and shame is inescapable and unfixable. I’ve been fighting against that accusation in all its variants for the last three years—and losing nearly every battle. I had my first breakthrough over the weekend, my first true victory on my own with no one else but God, and it was because I acknowledged the truth of the accusation when it came.
I was in pain, and I knew that the pain was, in part, attributable to how wrecked my physical body is thanks to years of my abusing it. The pain intensified and became extreme, and I knew I deserved it but finally I prayed; it went something like this: “You know what? NO! I will NOT accept this pain! I know that I deserve it and I’m a mess and I’m responsible for the mess but guess what? Jesus bought me and I am owned. He bought every last bit of this shameful mess and I belong to Him. Jesus is Lord of my body and you, Satan, have no right to access it. Get off me!” The pain evaporated. It was just gone. Well, I cried for a good long while after that. I was so thankful, astonished, in awe, in adoration, utterly undone and full to overflowing with the unbearable mercy and LOVE that my Father poured out on me. I don’t have words for the wonder of this experience. It was miraculous.
I am beginning to see that there is an element of healing that takes place through spiritual warfare. Martha always says, “’Agree with him quickly’ and the devil has no power.” Well, my body tells a story, and right now it’s pretty messy. But it’s God’s mess. He bought me and He owns me – all of me, including my shame. In His good time, He redeems and heals and restores health. The enemy attacks where we are weak and ashamed and vulnerable. I’ve now experienced first-hand the power in agreeing with the accusation, and closing the door that shame opened by bringing it all into the Light. Light is greater than darkness, truth is more powerful than lies, and Jesus is absolutely Lord of all.
But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, so that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light…
1 Peter 2:9 NASB