Prepare For Battle!

I flipped open the cover on my phone, just to double check. My husband was off on a ski trip with some of his buddies, and I didn’t want to miss it if he tried to communicate. The pastor was speaking, so I tried to be inobtrusive. Glancing down at the screen in my hand, my eyes went wide.

Prepare for Spiritual Battle,” it said, in big bold script superimposed on a photograph of a castle standing in silhouette against the backdrop of a sunset. 

A chill ran up my spine. Just moments earlier I had been sharing some pictures on my phone with friends around me, turning the phone off as the pastor began to speak. I’d never exited the photo app.

Prepare for Spiritual Battle

The pastor’s words sunk in over my confusion. “There are real battles in life, fought on a spiritual plain…”

What? For a moment I wondered if the pastor, perhaps, had sent out a group text with his theme outlined in bold to all those in attendance. But he didn’t have my phone number. I was a visitor.

I listened as the sermon continued, still slightly distracted and pondering what I’d just seen.

Prepare for Spiritual Battle.

My phone has reached that magical over two-year-old status where it starts doing things of its own volition. That explains it. Weird how it blends in with the sermon of the evening.

Prepare For Spiritual Battle. The thought pressed in. Am I prepared? I pray. I study my Bible. I have faith.

The sermon continued. The pastor asked us to read along as he read a passage in…

I flipped open the cover on my phone, preparing to open my Bible App and read along. Once more a chill ran down my spine. My screen lit up. No castle standing against the sunset. No home screen. Already open in my Bible App appeared Psalm 150:

“Praise the Lord! Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens! Praise him for his mighty deeds; praise him according to his excellent greatness! Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp! Praise him with tambourine and dance; praise him with strings and pipe! Praise him with sounding cymbals; praise him with loud clashing cymbals! Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!”

I smiled in wonder. 

I’ve been preparing. Emotionally preparing for the upcoming surgery. Physically preparing for what may be a few rough weeks ahead. Cleaning and cooking and getting my home in order.

Was there more I need to prepare for? 

Did some divine hand reach down and mess with my phone that evening? Probably not. There’s likely a much more mundane explanation for what happened. Still, in those moments, the Divine used my aging device to remind me to prepare and how.

Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, O my soul.

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