The longer I am on this planet, the more I believe in the spirit of confusion alluded to in 1 John 4:1. With Election Day looming tomorrow, I think this spirit has been sent out with carte blanche, not only to confuse the minds of voters already pummeled with information from opposing sides, but also to creep into the everyday moments and complicate the simple. I have been in a muddy, ugly place today, and I can’t help but want to blame it on this elusive spirit.
I am not so much confused about the election as I am about truth in general. The spirit of confusion has come in uninvited today, infiltrated the simplest corners, and cluttered them up, no doubt to get me to a place of fragmented thinking so that I will forget that the truth is anything but fragmented, and anything but confusing. Truth is a plumb line from God’s lips to my spiritual ears, yet the enemy would have me believe that there’s a whole bunch of static on that line that makes it convoluted and irrevocably tangled up.
The future is not certain — not on this side of heaven, anyway. But one thing is certain: my mind was made for truth, and to truth I will always turn.
For God is not a God of confusion but of peace. — 1 Cor. 14:33