Posted by HH Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“And the spirit cried, and rent him sore, and came out of him: and he was as one dead; insomuch that many said, He is dead.” (Mark 9:26).
Evil never surrenders its hold without a sore fight. We never pass into any spiritual inheritance through the delightful exercises of a picnic, but always through the grim contentions of the battlefield. It is so in the secret realm of the soul. Every faculty which wins its spiritual freedom does so at the price of blood. Apollyon is not put to flight by a courteous request; he straddles across the full breadth of the way, and our progress has to be registered in blood and tears. This we must remember or we shall add to all the other burdens of life the gall of misinterpretation. We are not “born again” into soft and protected nurseries, but in the open country where we suck strength from the very terror of the tempest. “We must through much tribulation enter into the kingdom of God”.
Attaining a crown is not through the actions of another person merit, but the struggle and fight to sustain your victory. Your freedom to overcome is one of blood, sweat and tears. Anyhow, you see it, something has to give way for the joy of your freedom. In this Christian journey, we wrestle against spiritual wickedness in high places. It has never been a brotherly war. Never against flesh and blood, but principalities and powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world and right in the place you worship and called church.
Your victory must be etched in blood and thank God that Jesus has done it for us already. Have a blessed day.
THE MYSTICAL BROTHERHOOD 