Sometimes I feel like
God's gladiator
trained in heavenly armor
with living swords and
invisible shields of faith.

I'm all pumped up with
Holy Spirit steroids
until I am roaring with strength,
and when they open the arena gates,
me and all the other Christian fools
go rushing in,
beating our chests and boasting of
mighty promises,
loving the cheer of the well-dressed
cloud of witnesses.

WE LOOK GREAT AND
WE FEEL GREAT.

Until the lions come.
Satan's beasts just rip us into pieces
all too quick.
As for me, I'm running scared,
barely fleeing back to barracks safety
panting for breath, thinking:
This is dangerous!
Real lions are nothing like
our practice drills
where all we killed
was stuffed tigers!

Spiritual Borg
6-4-92