My living room is a war zone, the kitchen table a Command Center, and my house is bombarded. Not by ghosts from some distant tortured soul but by something much more fierce. It is bombarded by real devils with real agendas to try and destroy what God is trying to accomplish. How do you fight such a battle? This is not exhaustive by any means but I will hit some high points and hope that the ensuing discussion will take us deeper.

Sitting in a comfy lazy recliner watching another favorite episode of some “can’t miss” (false) reality show, an unnerving feeling comes on you like something is hunting your child. Some weird twist in the show takes your mind off your uneasiness. You laugh at some goofy take. The feeling returns but with a presence. For the first time you look away from the TV and you see a shadow on the porch. The door comes crashing in with glass shattering and wood splintering. Your worst fear, your child is between you and the maniac with blood lust in his eyes and specifically your child’s blood. Helplessness settles on you like a dense fog, what should you do?

A little dramatic but it illustrates a classic problem. Realization is the first key. Realizing that a battle does exist and your children are targeted. When you realize; you must mobilize. Very few men would sit in the chair and allow a child predator to have their sick way with your child. It would be a no brainer for me. He better kill me first.