By Eddie Smith
It was a beautiful fall evening to drive to the center of town for the spiritual warfare rally. The luxurious hotel ballroom was filled with about 800 Christians from around the city. For more than an hour we were led in anointed worship to the King, and then came the “mighty warrior processional.”
It was a beautiful processional with at least 25 dancers, spinning and twirling those little shiny things. Amidst the dancers were banner bearers. The banners were strikingly beautiful. All of this to the driving tempo of the magnificent praise song, Mighty Warrior, which happens to be one of my all time favorites.
The band was excellent. Skillful trumpeters announced the arrival of the “Mighty Warrior.” Their intensity and our expectancy grew with each militant measure of the music when at last the Mighty Warrior appeared at the door.
When he danced his way through the door my heart dropped. I confess it was all I could do to refrain from laughing out loud. The “Mighty Warrior” was a local businessman dressed in leotards (tights) and ballet shoes. He pirouetted gracefully, dawned a plastic Toys ‘R Ustm helmet and breastplate. In one hand he carried a plastic Toys ‘R Us sword, and in the other, a plastic shield.
I thought to myself, if this looks this ridiculous to me, how must it look to the principalities, powers, and rulers of darkness who reside above my city?
Then and there I begged my Heavenly Father, “Lord, I will do and say anything to anyone according to your instruction. But I don’t ever want to say anything to the kingdom of darkness, then turn and see a smile on their faces.”