My Protector

Psalms 57:2-3 I will cry to God Most High,
To God who accomplishes all things for me.
He will send from heaven and save me;
He reproaches him who tramples upon me.

My adversary in life is the devil and his demons. Their goal is to get me to sin, to dishonor God by the way I talk, to love the world, to keep from making a difference in the world, and to try and take all my joy and peace out of my life. I can cry to God most high, my heavenly father, my creator, my savior and He will protect me and drive the devil and his dogs away.

When I was in the sixth grade there was a kid named Fred Zea. He must have flunked several grades because he was a great big kid and he was a bully. This was in about 1960 when we took our lunch to school in a brown paper bag or a lunch box with the Lone Ranger on the outside. Fred discovered that I brought sandwiches in my lunch made by my Mom that was homemade bread with sliced roast beef, so he took my sandwiches and sometimes took my whole lunch. I told my Mom what he was doing and she said, “well we will fix him.” I was excited to see what form the vengeance my Mom had in mind would take. The next morning she gave me two lunch bags and one of them had Fred’s name on it. I asked her what she was doing, and she said, “The Bible says to feed your enemies and to do good to them.” She instructed me to give the extra lunch to Fred and not to do it with a bad attitude. Good grief, that seemed impossible! But I did what I was instructed to do, and Fred became my protector. Nobody in the entire Junior High building messed with me or talked trash to me, or Fred would beat them up. It was nice not to worry about anybody trying to steal my marbles or my comic books, good ole Fred.

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  1. Jay Wilson's avatarJay Wilson

    Similar experience 1st or 2nd grade, got beat up by a classmate while his sisters cheered him on. I arrived home quite upset. Mom took the same approach, took him lunch the next day, we became best friends!

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