I woke up this morning and looked out the window. Fog. Lots of fog. You-can-hardly-see-the-house-across-the-street kind of fog. My grandfather used to mark foggy days on the calendar and then count ahead 3 months, indicating there would be precipitation of some kind on that day. I don’t think there is any scientific explanation to this method of forecasting the weather, but most of the time Gramps was right.
The thing with fog is that is tends to give us this soft, peaceful, quiet feeling. Like we’ve been enveloped in a cotton ball and we’re protected from the nasty world out there. There’s no wind to knock us off our feet. Sounds are muffled. And we simply relax and sigh with the calm of it all. We could almost stay like that forever.
But it’s a false sense of security. We’ve been lulled into complacency by the Misty Madness. We can’t see the danger that might be lurking only inches away because our vision is clouded by the fog.
This is how it is with our Christian walk. The Deceiver likes to keep us enclosed in that foggy state because we are no threat to him there. We’re certainly not effective as believers when we’re in that place and the enemy has us exactly where he wants us. Most of the time we don’t even realize what’s happened.
Are we happily trapped in the fog, wandering around and oblivious to the danger we’re in? Have we lost the sense of direction given to us by the Holy Spirit?
Perhaps it’s time to take stock of our spiritual position. Allow God to lead us out of the fog and into a place where there is clarity and purpose.
Come out of the fog. Get into the Word. Pray without ceasing.
“By your words I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path.” Psalm 119:105 (The Message)
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