Recently I spent the afternoon at my Aunt's house, she had asked me to come over and babysit her boys while she went out to run some errands. "No big deal Aunty J, I'll be right over!," and so I made my way to Langley and prepared myself for an exciting few hours of Lego houses, forts, and trampolines.
While my youngest cousin was sitting on my lap, after our tickle war, he noticed the necklace I was wearing that day, a silver cross. "A sword Megan?! A sword? Pew pew pew pew" (The sound effects he made from 'fighting' me with my 'sword').
"Huh. What did you say? Yeah, that's my necklace buddy."
"It's a sword!!!"
I finally understood what he was trying to say and while I laughed and made a pirate joke of some sort, it really made me think about what it meant to be 'wearing' my faith. In Ephesians 6 it talks about "the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God." The word of God really is our weapon, the defence tactic we were meant to use in our times of battle. But isn't this a 'time of battle'? We don't even have to think that far back to recognize destruction and persecution of our faith. It can be as obvious as the riots of last week or as subtle but still stinging as the joking words of a coworker yesterday afternoon.
I've never thought about that symbol as strongly as I have that afternoon. Christ's cross is a symbol of these things and I took the ability of representing all of that much too lightly. A cross around your neck might go unnoticed, but if you were actually carrying a sword it should be something that cannot be missed. (No concealed weapons here!) It really should be our sword, our weapon, against the world and their thoughts. Not just something we wear around our necks, but something that invades our minds and we are so aware of at every moment.
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