Suffering, a death driven marionette, dancing to the song of your misery. A lifeless, undead pile of bones stomping through your life feeding on your hope and joy, grinding and twisting it into an endless cackling taunt.
His chains and ashy bones are animated by your disbelief, its engine is fueled by the coals of your anger. His dark whispers haunt you at night slowly dripping a tangled chain onto your chest that weighs you down, using your past as fetters.
As you believe its lies it violently snatches the joy from you, reshaping it into a barrage of sour memories and twisted words of self-loathing. Then death slowly becomes your king.
This plague is a self-made chain built link by link in the belief that you are unloved and you’re not worth saving, even though your salvation has already been sealed and bought with a price. Other sufferings comes from unforeseen circumstance or through physical pain; these we must face no doubt, refining us with every battle won or lost.
Wielders, when you face this foe you must believe in the promises of our King. Trust Him, He hears your voice from the midst of battle; you must never forget that. So when the bones and chains of suffering scuttle towards you in the dark you will be able to witness the destruction of his reign through the storm of an All Consuming Fire.
“For the light makes everything visible. This is why it is said,
“Awake, O sleeper, rise up from the dead, and Christ will give you light.” Eph 5:14 (NLT)
"I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33 (ESV)