On the plus side, I have plenty of toilet roll and a bath that smells of Arctic Pine. My brain however is empty and a little bit sweaty. I turn to my husband for support:
‘Glen’ (says I ), ‘will you write and erm – deliver my talk?’
‘Glen’ (says I, in my Most Dramatic Voice), ‘I can’t do this. I have nothing to say. Tumbleweed is escaping through my nose.’
I think about how this sounds.
Nothing. I’m getting nothing.
I roll on the floor and make groaning noises. Still no response. So I open the biscuit tin. A blur of movement.
‘Are those chocolate?’
‘Yes. But you’re not getting em’ till you write my talk’.
‘ Have you prayed about it?’
‘Of course I have! Actually – no.’
‘I don’t understand why I’m finding this difficult. It’s just a talk. I’ve had all week and look, nada’.
‘Sorry hon, I gotta go. Ephesians 6’.
There is nothing left to clean, so I wait till he’s gone and huff my way through the passage:
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people.
This is not helping.
I’m a pacifist not a warrior. I’m low on faith and courage and peace and prayer and I don’t want to take on any scary powers. I have helmet-hair and cutlery – but no sword and no helmet. So what’s the plan now?
I return to the passage.
be strong in the Lord and His mighty power. Put on the full armour of God.
The Lord’s strength.
The Lord’s power.
The Lord’s armour.
He provides it and He fits it. He fights the battle and he covers me. My role? Simply to ask, to receive and then – gladly – to tell.