faith unfaded

I’ve been stacking up the years I spent trading punches with the enemy
Built myself a double-thick, stone tower of lies, higher than the eye could see

The opening of Andrew Ripp’s Jericho applies to us all. We build up walls of Jericho each in our own way.

For me the walls were built with anger, fear, hurt, and a need for control. What I thought was a fortress for my heart was actually a prison for my soul.

All of my fеars, like Jericho walls
Gotta come down, comе down
Come down…

At first I tried to peer over the wall. I’d sit on top of it like Humpty Dumpty and visit with the Lord there.

Like Humpty, I had a great fall.

Unlike Humpty, all the King’s angels and all the King’s men helped put me back together again.

But the walls were still there.

Truth was crashing through the pride and the blame, cutting straight to the heart of me
Long before I ever called Your name, You were fighting for my victory…

…Oh, now I can feel the darkness trembling

I didn’t have to take a sledgehammer to my walls. I just had to walk in faith and blow the trumpet.

And the walls came tumbling down.

Obedience and surrender. That’s what it takes to knock down those walls that keep you bound.

I don’t know WHAT your Jericho is. But I do know WHO holds your trumpet.

So the people shouted when the priests blew with the trumpets: and it came to pass, when the people heard the sound of the trumpet, and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat…Joshua 6:20