God is Victorious!

September 2, 2010

I love games. Just ask any of my college roommates. I love any all types of games! 

I am competitive. Just ask anyone who has played any games with me. I get so into these games, and I just have to win.

I am not assured a win at the beginning of any game I play. I never know what the outcome will be. Some games I win; others I lose. I cannot win every time. Which drives my competitive side crazy!

But, fortunately, for the competitor in me, I can be assured one win in life. And oddly enough, that win has nothing to do with me or how hard I can play or how witty I am or how quickly I can react or how intelligent I am. It all comes down to whose side am I on.

One side will lose; the other side will win. Satan’s team will eventually lose. God’s team will be victorious in the end. This is one win that I will be assured.

God is victorious!

Psalm 9
I'm thanking you, God, from a full heart, I'm writing the book on your wonders.
I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
I'm singing your song, High God.

The day my enemies turned tail and ran,
they stumbled on you and fell on their faces.
You took over and set everything right;
when I needed you, you were there, taking charge.

You blow the whistle on godless nations;
you throw dirty players out of the game,
wipe their names right off the roster.
Enemies disappear from the sidelines,
their reputation trashed,
their names erased from the halls of fame.

GOD holds the high center,
he sees and sets the world's mess right.
He decides what is right for us earthlings,
gives people their just deserts.

GOD's a safe-house for the battered,
a sanctuary during bad times.
The moment you arrive, you relax;
you're never sorry you knocked.

Sing your songs to Zion-dwelling GOD,
tell his stories to everyone you meet:
How he tracks down killers
yet keeps his eye on us,
registers every whimper and moan.

Be kind to me, GOD;
I've been kicked around long enough.
Once you've pulled me back
from the gates of death,
I'll write the book on Hallelujahs;
on the corner of Main and First
I'll hold a street meeting;
I'll be the song leader; we'll fill the air
with salvation songs.

They're trapped, those godless countries,
in the very snares they set,
Their feet all tangled
in the net they spread.
They have no excuse;
the way God works is well-known.
The cunning machinery made by the wicked
has maimed their own hands.

The wicked bought a one-way
ticket to hell.
No longer will the poor be nameless—
no more humiliation for the humble.
Up, God! Aren't you fed up with their empty strutting?
Expose these grand pretensions!
Shake them up, God!
Show them how silly they look. (The Message)

At the end of it all, at the end of this world, at the end of war, at the end of hunger and poverty, at the end of evil and death, at the end of sin and sorrow, at the end of shame and guilt, at the end of unforgiveness and regret, at the end of lies and hurt, at the end of abortion, at the end of toil and strife, at the end of murder and greed, at the end of corruption, at the end of injustice, at the end of torture, at the end of immorality, at the end of the devil…

God will claim His victory!

And we will either be playing on God’s team or on Satan’s team. At the end of it all, it will be too late to throw on a jersey and join the winning team. You have to join now. You have to make the choice today. Whose team will you be on?