The Winner’s Circle

Well now, friend, pull yourself on up and try not to panic about that big ol’ pesky housefly buzzin’ ‘round like it is ‘a‑tryin’ to file a complaint with management ‘cause we are about to step into a truth stronger than a bullfrog sittin’ on a lily pad that clearly was not built for him. Let me tell you, the cross was not just a sad Friday afternoon. It was not just forgiveness on display. It was a victory parade so loud even the hoot owls in the woods probably sat up ‘a‑wonderin’ what all the fuss was about.

Paul says in Colossians 2:15 of Jesus, “And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross.” Now, friend, in Bible times, when a general won a battle, he would drag the defeated enemies through town like a bunch of confused turkeys ‘a‑tryin’ to understand Thanksgiving. Folks would cheer, clap, and holler, “The battle is over. We won. They lost.”

That is exactly what Jesus did to the enemy at the cross. The devil thought he had pulled off the upset of the century. Jesus was dead. The disciples were scattered. The movement looked flatter than a possum layin’ on a busy road.

But three days later, the stone rolled away, and everything changed forever. The resurrection proved that death had as much power over Jesus as a sleepy goat has over a locked barn door. None. Absolutely none, nada, zero. And if death has no power over Him, it has no power over those who belong to Him.

That is why 1 John 4:4 says, “The one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” You are not fightin’ for victory. You are fightin’ from victory. The battle is already won. The enemy is already defeated. Jesus did not just barely win. He humiliated the powers of darkness and paraded them in defeat.

Father, thank You for the victory of the cross. Help me live like someone who knows the battle is already won. Strengthen my faith, steady my heart, and remind me daily that You have triumphed. In Jesus name,  Amen.

Now, friend, as you head back into your day like a squirrel a‑tryin’ to remember which tree it left its lunch in, hold this truth close that Jesus has already won. The enemy is already beaten. And you, beloved child of God, get to walk in a victory louder than a tractor with a muffler problem that sounds like it is ‘a‑tryin’ to cough up its own engine with folks three counties away being able to hear its spitting and sputtering. You’ve got to let your heart be living like it knows the real ending ‘cause the cross of Jesus Christ has already wrote the ending

With joy,

Gwen