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Health and Healing. Day fifty-one...

A while back I heard the testimony of an older woman who confronted some gang members in her neighborhood. I don't remember the details well enough to try to reconstruct the story, so I'll just jump ahead to the ending.

Some time after the woman confronted the gang (and lived to tell about it) one of the members revealed that the woman wasn't harmed because of the big dudes that were standing behind her.

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The woman thought she had gone after the gang alone. She certainly didn't have any human beings who offered to protect her. So she had to assume that the big dudes were angels, sent to back her up.

I've heard three or four testimonies that were similar in nature—the individual, thinking he or she is acting alone, confronts a dangerous group of thugs, only to find out later that he or she was backed up by angels (who were seen only by the thugs).

The gang was not threatened by the older woman. The gang was threatened by the big dudes backing her up.

The principalities, the powers, the rulers of the darkness of this world, and the spiritual wickedness in high places (see Ephesians 6:12) are not threatened by me. If I were completely on my own, they would take me out in an instant.

But I am not completely alone. I have angels watching over me even when I'm not watching over me. All of us have had experiences that we shouldn't have lived through, but did—through no credit of our own.

For he will order his angels to protect you wherever you go. They will hold you up with their hands so you won't even hurt your foot on a stone. Psalm 91:11–12 (NLT)

Obviously, this protection must be contingent on something, because we've also all hurt our foot on a stone—and much worse. Every day good people die at the hands of Satan and his spiritual thugs.

So people live through experiences that should have killed them, and people die from experiences that should not have killed them—with everything in between.

It's enough to make you think that we have no control over living and dying—or even over whether we're healthy or whether we're sick.

But don't become discouraged. Life doesn't have to be just a crapshoot. You have much more authority than you realize.

Authority, however, is not something to play around with.

Just like it is in the natural world, in the spiritual world you either have authority or you don't. There is no middle ground. You either control whatever comes against you with the authority God has given you, or you will be controlled.

That's why, if you're undergoing some serious medical treatment, I advised you in last Friday's article to not just abruptly change from man's way of healing to God's way of healing.

If you're not certain of your authority, to do so would be a dangerous plan.

Think of the medical condition you are dealing with as a dangerous gang in your neighborhood. Think of man's way of healing as a group of police officers there to assist you with the gang. And think of God's way of healing as a group of angels available to you—but not yet assigned.

It would be a very bad plan indeed to dismiss the police force unless and until you had the angels assigned to protect you. So don't just dismiss the police force until you know that you know that you know that you have God's army backing you up.

That's where faith comes in.

Have a good day,
Mike

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