Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 8:35-39).
Today’s Morsel: Paul said that we are more than conquerors. We don’t just win, but we trash our opponents. We go beyond just winning, we pour it on. We are so much stronger and better than our opponent that we gain a decisive victory, just by showing up. If we were in a game, the people would rise and head home, because they would know that there is no way that our opponents can we. Friend, there is no way that Satan can win. He has been defeated and there is no chance of him winning, as long as we keep piling and pouring on the praise and worship to our God. There is nothing better than watching the home team win. The writer of Hebrews says, “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God” (Hebrews 12:1-2). The patriarchs of old are watching the game to see if we will keep pouring it on. Because we are more than conquerors, nothing should be able to separate us from Christ. The apostle Paul was a conqueror over anything and everything that came his way, and if we say that we are apostolic and believers of Jesus Christ, we must do the same.
Sing: I’ve got the victory, over the enemy, and the world can’t do me no harm. I’ve got the victory, over the enemy, and the world can’t do me no harm. No harm! No Harm! No Harm! No Harm! Cause I’ve got the victory, over the enemy, and the world can’t do me no harm.