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Transformation with Midred
ONE day, my father was vacationing in Durban, South Africa, with my then thirteen-year-old brother. As they walked back to the hotel after a day of shopping, my father noticed something unsettling; a dangerous-looking gang was trailing them. It was around 7pm, and although they were walking along a busy road, he could sense the danger closing in fast.
Realising they stood no chance in a physical confrontation, my father quickly came up with a plan. He whispered a quick instruction to my brother, and indeed true to his instincts, the gang immediately pounced. Four men attacked; three grabbing my father while the fourth pulled out a knife. My brother had darted away to a safe distance.
In a bold and unexpected move, my father stepped right into the middle of traffic, dragging his assailants with him.
Car horns blared as tyres screeched. Drivers, who had no idea what was going on, leaned out of their windows, yelling at the wrestling group. This was exactly what my father had been counting on. It did not take long for the drivers to realise what was going on and as soon as they did, their anger and impatience turned into concern. One of the drivers, an Afrikaans man, produced a pistol and fired a warning shot in the air. The robbers immediately fled in different directions. Within a moment, my father was surrounded by concerned citizens, and some even went out of their way to ensure the two were safely back at their hotel.
It was really a defining moment for my father and brother. In the span of a brief encounter, they had witnessed both the darker side of a society and its remarkable light side; evil versus good with the good conquering. It left a lasting impression on them.
Here is the lesson:
In many parts of the world, attacks like this happen in broad daylight, and passersby often remain just that — passing by. But that day, my father changed the battlefield. Instead of fighting where the enemy was strong; in the silence, in shadows — he forced the confrontation into the light, into a place where others had no choice but to intervene.
Too often, life attacks us, through sickness, financial challenges, marital problems, business collapse, etc. The mistake that we often make when we meet such attacks, is to descend to the enemy’s ground and fight there. We discuss our problems with those, who most of the times, are just as lost as we are. We fall into the trap of self-pity, we complain, becoming bitter, stressed or depressed. But in doing this, we are fighting the enemy on his ground, on his terms and with his rules. The major problem with this option is that the enemy is strongest in his domain. He will beat you with experience.
In such instances, why don’t you do what my father did; take the fight to an arena were a higher power has no option but to intervene? I recommend you go into the Lord’s arena and drag your opponent along with you.
My father knew he was not going to get any assistance from passersby in the pavement. He later told us that in all honesty, he was not even sure he would get assistance from the motorists either. He risked being run down by traffic, but he had no option, he had to try. Fortunately, it worked; his assailants were stripped of all their power.
Now, take note of this; the enemy’s ground is not your place in the first place. You are a child of the Most High God.
Your strength lies higher, in the divine domain. You have a right to divine assistance. You can confidently drag your opponent there. How? By engaging God, through praying, praising and worshipping. His promise is clear: Call unto
Me, and I will answer. What you’re facing may seem overwhelming but it’s nothing to the One who holds the universe in His hands.
Don’t continue to fight the enemies in their territories. Stay in your high and powerful domain, where you are assured of victory.
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