Recently, my family and I met up with a friend and her children to watch the Broadway musical Seussical kids performed by the Everett Performing Arts Kidstage. Our family couldn’t resist the offer to watch our favorite all-time books come to life in this melodious burst of colors, wonder, and hidden gems of life lessons. After the performance was over, my husband said, “Did you notice that there was a lot of spiritual implication in that performance?” A brief millisecond of rewinding key notes in my mind of things that stuck out in the acts, made me agree to the fact there was.
Horton could hear a still small voice on a speck of dust that he laid on a pink clover to protect. For the next two days, my mind kept thinking of Horton sitting down admiring that speck of dust on the clover; wishing everyone around him could hear that still small voice as well. How often does that still small voice speak to those who are willing to take the time to listen. Spiritual battles happen every day and we can learn lessons if we pay attention to that still small voice.
One incident happened just recently a day after we went to watch that musical. We were coming back home from a day of rock hounding and we were listening to worship music and enjoying all of God’s beauty when we noticed that the space we were parking in was too close to the vehicle next to ours and the person whose vehicle it was would not be able to get into the drivers side without being squished. So, as we were backing up, our rear view mirror tapped their rear view mirror. No one got hurt, no marks were left on the rearview mirrors (the other vehicle or ours). So when we saw a lady approach her vehicle in an aggressive manner we could already see that she wanted to pick a fight no matter what.
At this point, my husband immediately tried to resolve the problem but the toxic eruption of cursing just kept vomiting out of her mouth. She proceeded to curse out loud to her friend who was listening and said she was going to take a picture of our vehicle (which we did not mind) but, we wanted to take a picture of the non-damaged rear view mirror of both hers and ours, and we asked if she wanted to trade insurance information. As I went to take a picture she walked passed me and bumped me, and called me something I am not, “a F’ing female dog.” Everything in me wanted to fight. The B.C (Before Christ) Angelica wanted to fight and would have, but that still small voice was whispering to me. And the louder her voice kept on, the smaller the whisper of the Holy Spirit nudging me, telling me not to give in, not to curse back, not to repay insults for insults, to be a testimony to not only others who were watching but to be a testimony to my children…the list of all that is good and pleasing to God kept gnawing inside of me – You are my child. But the fleshly, human part of me wanted to spur out lyrical lashes. My mind was in a spiritual battle. Paul’s letter to the Corinthians was brought to my mind as she was yelling obscenities about my outfit, my hair, my body, my outward appearance, and even as she called me a spik!
The verse is found in 2 Corinthians 10: 3-8 (NIV), 3 For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. 4 The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. 5 We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. 6 And we will be ready to punish every act of disobedience, once your obedience is complete.”
My flesh wanted to show her that this “spik” would throw down and things wouldn’t be as easy as she thought it was going to be. I could easily pick at her flaws just as she was picking out mine, but, what would that prove? What would that do? The above verse says that we must take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. It is important for us to make it obedient. Sure we can pray but it also requires something out of us.
As she kept yelling and yelling I understood where that was coming from. The still small voice, that speck of dust, made it possible for me to hear beyond the chaos spilling out of her. I began to recognize that pain. I have been there before. I used to be like her. It is a spiritual battle many face today, not to take offense, not to be offended. We live in times where people get offended over many things that Christ is saying is nothing to be offended about. We experience spiritual battles that must be fought with spiritual tools, not human tools. In that encounter; I too was in my own spiritual battle. The only difference was that I could hear that speck of dust. And I chose to do what He was asking for me to do.
Matthew 15:11 says, “It’s not what goes into your mouth that defiles you; you are defiled by the words that come out of your mouth.”
There have been times in my life as a Non-Christian and as a Christian that I have used words that hurt, that caused harm, and that defiled me. I too had yelled back at her out loud and tell her how unafraid of her I was and that she was being “ghetto and unladylike” and I started to yell back jabs as if I was better than her because I chose not to curse at her….. but that still small voice kept saying, “Angelica, You are mine. You are my walking testimony. How will you represent me?” I went back into our truck and prayed that God would help me not step out that vehicle and try to defend myself, to not fight with fists in her mouth and to not show her that although small and a spik; I wasn’t afraid of her. My mind was waging war against my own thoughts. My flesh wanted to fight because I was tired of people looking at me thinking that I was fragile and that I wasn’t tough anymore because I choose to follow Christ, I was tired of looking “weak” in front of people by choosing to do what is right, I was tired of taking lashes and jabs of who I was and what I was not. All these thoughts were battling in my mind. No matter how loud and repulsive some of her words were… that still small voice of the Holy Spirit kept speaking to me. Nudging me to do what was right in the sight of God, not men.
James 3:6-9 says, “And among all the parts of the body, the tongue is a flame of fire. It is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting your entire body. It can set your whole life on fire, for it is set on fire by hell itself. 7 People can tame all kinds of animals, birds, reptiles, and fish, 8 but no one can tame the tongue. It is restless and evil, full of deadly poison.9 Sometimes it praises our Lord and Father, and sometimes it curses those who have been made in the image of God.”
She was born in the image of God. I am born in the image of God. Her life has a purpose just as my life has a purpose.
Ephesians 4:29-32 says, “ Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. 30 And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. 31 Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. 32 Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”
Horton and the speck. Funny how the image of that and the words of my husband was used by God as a reminder all during this verbal altercation. I pray that in your daily walk in life, as things arise and battles are waging war within you, that the small still voice of the Holy Spirit will be heard and that you will one day be like Horton. In the end, those who ridiculed him heard that small voice and repented.
Angelica Kauhako. Angelica is a woman who is passionate for the Lord. She was born and raised in Hawaii. But currently lives on the Continental United States. Along with being a born-again, Spirit-filled believer, Angelica is also a devoted, loving wife, mother, and, grandmother. She is a sex-trafficking survivor and mentor, college graduate and holds a certification in substance abuse counseling. Currently, Angelica is an artisan, small business owner, writer, and stay-at-home Mom. One of her greatest passions is seeing others accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior because it is through that acceptance for others and herself where she has seen miracles, faith, hope, and Aloha (Love).