Man’s Will Versus God’s Will

2 Timothy 2:26 “And that they may recover themselves out of the snare of the devil, who are taken captive by him at his WILL.” Dangerous, extremely dangerous territory for any man to find himself in . . . within the will of Satan . . . to do the bidding according to the will of Satan. Have you ever been there, I sure have! I lived violently, immorally and in the moment as time literally flew by, and rarely sober. I saw men die terrible deaths around me with loving families waiting at home for loved ones which came back literally in body pieces in various small meat packed body backs. It was a mess, and I was cold, lost to the grace of Christ and at the feet of Satan doing his ugly gruesome bidding . . . without even knowing it! That’s usually the way it goes . . . and you are the last to know, because the great deceiver knows how to blind those who has wandered too far away from the Great Shepherd and His caring flock. And when it is a mess, it truly is a royal mess, and the snare is so blinding and tight that making an escape from it seems virtually impossible. Bloody hell! it is dark there and real messy, it stinks and fests, and the voices of men sounds like the laughter of rabies hyenas. Take it from me, there is hell on earth . . . for those lost so far . . . but who was created to be at God’s side, abiding in God’s will, torture I tell you, bloody torture indeed! Yea, now you know, Lucifer, alias the Devil, alias Satan, has his own will driven by his own willpower that boils with anger and his will-intention to destroy everything good God has made . . . that’s right my dear lad and lass, you and I as a magnificent trophy of his hunt until he becomes the eternal trophy himself, of God, displayed in hell for eternity. Let me show you how a man’s will can be polluted by the will of Satan if a man wanders by the passing of time deeper and deeper into the great pretenders den. I wrote a few, oh I don’t know, let’s call them poems, while I found myself years ago in the furthest corner possible away from Keepers Cross of indefinable peace and tranquillity. I believe this will showcase the state of mind, the will, the anarchy in a man’s soul when he does not abide within the will of God. It deals with the situation where a man’s will has literally been robbed from him, and his has become a puppet with extremely weird ideas in the hands of Satan. Let’s just recall a few. These are translations from Afrikaans into English, and these three ‘poems’ were about death. “Before Death He is a man just like any other, but it seems that something in him is changing; He seems to be disheartened, roaming around in his soul aimlessly; He talks and communicates, but yet there seems to be soreness; His features seem normal, yet his feet visualize a malady; Beside the river he is one with us, although also lonesome in his demeanour; It is time for him to go labour, yet he seems to be slothful; He carries a long rifle, but he feels it bears no purpose to prevent; He leaves us thou he never was there, never would we thought that he was turning to ash; Then we hear the news like a curse, he was tempted by a projectile; Our heads bowed to God, we made heard his last testimony.” (Written by the Author in honour of the late Louis Stevens on the day he died. A man who served Christ with a passion, something the Author, me, did not quickly grasp in those days) “Death He steals along and plan with all his might, covered in secretive darkness as the night; He always remains just out of reach, but always strained to achieve his goal; He makes himself tangible, but yet never graspable; He instils extreme fear, and stretches out in front of you like a giant; Yet never do you know where he slumbers, but you know he is coming to visit; Then suddenly he attacks, and only he knows how; Then it is over, and you did not even hear him; His inheritance so gruel, and he leaves behind the promise that he will come to gorge again.” “After death The faces was taut, and the saliva in our mouths brackish; Silence settled upon us, after the gruel tale; Thoughts got lost, who would come to fetch them; Eye to eye did not want to stare, and all gazes fell upon the ground; There was pain in the hearts, who would stop the grief; Because here was a great anguish, they called death.” Bloody madness I tell you, but still due to being created to serve God, to abide in God’s will, reference in one of the ‘poems’ to God. The devil has a way of amending the will-intention of man to such a degree that nothing makes sense any more. These ‘poems’ reflects a time in my life where I was at the mercy of the will of Satan, doing his bidding every single second of the day. I knew my willpower was infected but I was in the moment, addicted thereto, not being able to escape there-from, and maybe never even thinking of escaping. This is hell on earth, when man’s will becomes polluted by Satan’s will, and he finds himself in places beyond the borders of God’s will, places where he can physically die and go to eternal hell. We should stay away from circumstances and places we do not belong. Let’s just have a quick look at some of the daily dairy entries while under this circumstances to display a robbed and polluted human will: “11 October Wednesday 1995 Shots rang out in the night. Hand-grenades explode. People scream, but it becomes a normality to my thoughts. The darkness of the night becomes a defusing-valve to my soul” “16 October Monday 1995 I work alone on the nightshift. No guard with me. I have no fire-arm. The shots rang out but I stand my ground. I reconcile myself with death, but my soul and the blood in my veins boil with cruelty. Death hides from me. The projectiles do not take notice of my silhouette.” “1 November Wednesday 1995 The dogs bark continually. The shots keep on ranging out. I am not armed but do my rounds diligently. When death and I shake hands, it is to wave it farewell. Sometimes the shooting don’t stop for hours. I hear it hitting the buildings around me. It makes me free. I am I.” Messed up in mind, soul and will. An undisciplined will, lacking the willpower behind the will-intention to bring direction to one’s life, and to go and bat for God’s side. But this is the place where Satan wants to keep you. He breaks down your willpower to do the right thing, and if he can, he keeps you there, and then he has won. What happens now is whether you like it or not, you are batting for his team. It is his will that you are doing, and for some reason you can’t or just do not want to consider any other alternatives. Due to being robbed of yourself, of you own independent will, you literally become useless and pathetic. You allow the forces of darkness to run your life to the dismay of many people, of God, that loves you and want you to succeed with Christ as your eternal living foundation. Let’s get back to the verse and find an extending explanation of its meaning. The first part of the verse deals with the concept of ‘to become sober again, or to recover from captivity. Only here, all men are liable to snares and will fall into them if not watchful”. The second part deals with the concept of “taken captive or alive. It is used of disciples catching men or capturing them from Satan. Here it seems to be that the opposers of truth are taken captive by the devil to do his will.” This verse makes one thing abundantly clear. There exist only two geographical spiritual locations in existence. The one location is situated within the will of God and the other one within the will of Satan. There is no no-man’s land in between. You cannot walk around and declare you are an atheist, and believe that as a result therefore, you find yourself on your own unique location beyond God and the devil’s will.