Worth Fighting For

Lately, it seems like every person in the world is fighting or arguing or puffing themselves up towards each other—uncannily similar to my neighbor’s roosters that keep wandering into my front yard, bickering and squawking and flapping their wings at each other over bugs and crumbs and territory that isn’t even theirs.

It’s loud. Unsightly. Exhausting.

Christians, too, fighting, arguing, speculating, and wasting hours debating over gnats and crumbs which carry no eternal weight yet become such heavy yokes.

It’s easier to crusade for insignificant issues than it is to follow peace with all men.

It’s easier to exploit the weakness of others than it is to war against our own weak flesh.

It’s easier to defend our territory than it is to defend the helpless.

It’s easier to fight a futile fight of fear than it is to fight the good fight of faith.

Or perhaps, we simply misunderstand what the good fight is actually supposed to be.

The good fight of faith is not a striving, struggling battle against our neighbor or against our perceived loss of rights.

It is a resting. A quiet. A calm. A surrender. A dying.

A contradiction to everything our flesh struggles for.

While the flesh struggles and fights and bickers for its rights, its goals, its accolades, its legacy, and its liberties, faith says, “Hush. This isn’t your battle. It’s God’s. Why are you fighting for something that doesn’t belong to you, anyway? He’s already won the battles that were worth dying for.”

While we are to put on our spiritual armor–it is not for the purpose of battling against flesh and blood. It is so that we may stand against spiritual attack through prayer and faith, opening our mouth boldly with no less than the Gospel while extending peace, love with faith, and sincere grace to our brothers and sisters in Christ!

(Ephesians 6)

There are things worth living and dying for. Those are the things worth fighting for.

If it isn’t worth living and dying for, then it isn’t worth fighting over.

And those things that are worth living and dying for—they usually aren’t things at all.