|“Be transformed by the renewing of you mind.” (Romans 12:2) |
The mind has been likened to the room of a house where visitors are entertained. All “visitors” to our mind, emotion and will come in through the mind. After they enter our mind they drop down into our spirit. If allowed to take root, they will possess our whole person.
Thoughts are bold and daring, and strong and persistent. Like armed men they force themselves into our mind. They come enticingly. They come insinuatingly, and may say, “you should go for a walk.” Then they threaten, “But it might rain, and you will catch a cold.” They come in a thousand ways! Via television, friends, family and foes. They come singly, “that’s a good idea. I will do it.” They come in droves, “I must finish this project before I go for my walk.”
Some thoughts wait at the door of our mind and push and crowd to get in while the room is full. They keep up a din and chatter and strain our nerves and chill our heart. Fear dashes into may mind, captures our imagination and holds us fast.
When a thought knocks at the door of the mind check it out before you allow it in. If admitted and entertained it will ignite passion and take over your mind. If the “thought” is looked at a while, it will possess the whole being and may lead to sin and shame.
Anxiety and nervousness appear and drive off rest and keep us sleepless all night for nothing.
Doubt, as full of death as hell itself, if let in and consulted with, will blow out every light and fill the mind with darkness.
Trouble has many faces and many hands. It is big and squatty and will take over the mind and stay all day. If not banished it will return in the morning by the time you open your eyes.
Cares, weighing a thousand pounds each, come to unload in the mind-room.
Old Self is under God’s judgment but refuses to die. It wants to stay all the time and has a sword to protect itself. Its many pitying attendants use fans and smelling salts in case it is hit, or wounded, or slighted, or knocked down. It wants the best chair in the mind and the most attention even though it is a most unwholesome visitor. Old Self has been deposed by God and is under His everlasting curse, yet it wants to lurk around all the time.
Then friends and foes and husbands and wives and children, and tomorrow, and houses and lands, and the work of whatever nature, and what was and what is and what is to be, and this and that and the other, real and imaginary, and demon impressions and suggestions, and thoughts of friends and foes come to you as swift messengers in dreams and while awake. All these things in different shapes and sizes and sounds will harass and possess and occupy and claim all the attention of the mind, if allowed.
Thousands are in the grave and the madhouse, and other thousands are in physical torments and sickness because their mind is thus occupied.
Many honest souls crave deliverance. How is it found? These visitors cannot be humanly driven off. They are to many and to strong and to smart for us. They have no shame nor feeling. Kick them out and they are right back. Throw them our and they get right up and come in again. Lock the door and every one has a master key.
But thank God there is a way of deliverance from these tormenting thoughts, spirits, things. And that way is through the precious blood of the Lamb of God once slain.
When my eyes opened from sleep thoughts of past, present and future trouble are on hand to torment me. They make an early start. They come trooping in. I feel helpless. I knew not what to do with them. Then the Lord showed me the door in Egypt with the blood sprinkled over and around it. (Exodus 12:21-24). No evil, tormenting spirit could come in. I was just simply to be willing to commit my mind unto Him in helplessness and then to claim and believe and see the blood of Christ over and around my mind just like that door in Egypt. It was a new and blessed thought. I had not thought on the blood of Jesus over my mind before.
When the hordes of thoughts came again, I said, “The blood is over the door. The world is dead to me and I am dead to the world. You cannot enter under the blood.”
They backed off!
Again and again they came, but I simply pointed to the blood over the door of my mind. I thought on the blood whenever they came, and soon their power was gone and they ceased their visitations. My torments ceased. My mind had rest as I committed all to God and thought on the blood.
The spotless Lamb of God has shed His most precious blood for you, to cleanse and cover and free and keep you, not only from sin and sickness, but your mind from torments and distractions as well.
The blood is our one safety. Not a death-dealing, troubling, tormenting, fearful visitor could enter the room that night in Egypt where the blood was on the door.
And dear, tormented soul, a thousand-fold more real and powerful than the blood of that little lamb is the precious blood of the Lamb of God. See by faith His blood sprinkled over your mind that is the door to you being. When things or thoughts knock for attention, throw up your hands and point them to the blood on the door. By faith put the death of Jesus Christ between them and you. Also consent to your death in Jesus’ precious blood, and take your place definitely and continually under its protection.
Say to thoughts and all hindering visitors to the mind’s distraction from God’s peace, “I am dead to you and you are dead to me.” Say it in faith; say it over and over; say it persistently, believe that the blood is on the door of your mind and that it is protecting you as God said it would
“Commit your works to the Lord, and your plans will be established.” (Proverbs 16:3)
(Based on “Triumphs of Faith”, a very old tract without the author’s name)