In Ephesians 6: 10-12, we can read this exhortation: “Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.” (NKJV)
Today, I am thinking about my sister, Carol, who died after a courageous battle with cancer April 8. More than 80 of her fellow choir members of Riverchase United Methodist Church lovingly sang in celebration of her life. She was a member for 22 years.
One of the first hit TV shows in the early 1950s was a western called “The Lone Ranger.” The premise of this series was that there was only one survivor after a patrol of six Texas Rangers was massacred. But no one knew that man was still alive. Badly wounded, this “lone Ranger” was nursed back to health by an Indian named Tonto, who became his companion.
A few years ago I visited one of my spiritual daughters. As I sat talking with her in her bedroom, I happened to look up at her dresser mirror and noticed what seemed like a long list with bold writing.
When my brother was about two years old, he began to mimick my father’s “pet phrases.” One particular phrase was “big deal.” He would hear my father in conversations with friends or other businessmen and my father would inevitably say to one of them, “Well, big deal” (meaning that he was unimpressed).