Rewriting history

In September of 1981 I stepped off an airplane in Fortaleza, Brazil. This was to be my new home and I was full of confidence of the change I was about to be an agent in bringing about.

Last night, cruising the internet, I came across a description of the work I helped to plant. It was biased, incorrect and totally lacking in historical fact. Reading what was written, I wondered what place the author was referencing; it wasn’t the reality that I had lived. It made me mad and sad.

It showed me how easy it is to rewrite history. The last man standing’s version becomes the official record.

This is exactly what our Enemy does with us in our lives. He rewrites reality, distorts the truth and makes us believe that we are mistaken when we attempt to see ourselves as Jesus does.

It’s all a lie, a rewriting of history. The truth?

So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn’t hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn’t gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God’s chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us. Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture…

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