Sword of the Spirit

April 1, 2021

I dreamt that I was speaking to a guy about demon-striking blades. He unsheathed a sword and told me that it is his weapon of choice. I told him, "I understand; I too face the devil with a sword. However, when you see the devil, you must wait before you strike. If you don't, heads might roll that isn't his, but the head of someone you know and love."

This is due to a spirit's ability to overshadow a person, covering them like a cloak. If one is not careful, they will strike the person instead of the spirit. The goal here seems to be to divide the spirit from the individual's body, not strike the person themselves.

A theory as to what that blade might be? John 1:1-1, in the beginning, was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. Ephesians 6:12, We struggle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the powers of this dark world and spiritual wickedness in high places.

Ephesians 6:17, "Take up the sword of the spirit," which is the word of God. Hebrews 4:12, The word of God, is quick, powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, dividing the soul and spirit, joint and marrow, and discerns the thoughts and intentions of the heart. The word of God, Jesus Christ, separates us from the power and influence of sin and death.

By speaking the words of Christ, at the leading of the Holy Spirit, the power of sin and death is divided from the lives of those that believe. However, when wielded carelessly, one simply strikes the soul of a person and wounds them without noticing that the word of God was not the blade that had been swung, nor was it swung for the division of the power of sin and death, but for zealousness, and in some cases, hatred. In every conversation, we wield Christ or something potentially venomous.

Are we toppling strongholds or striking the prisoners therein?

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