Biblical man - God is not your body guard
You think you're protected.
Wrapped in your comfortable faith like bubble wrap.
Armed with your memorized verses like magic spells.
How painfully naive.
Let me tell you what real spiritual warfare looks like:
It's my brother choking on his own vomit at 3AM, demon-twisted PTSD turning his mind into a slaughterhouse.
No amount of "Jesus loves you" stops that kind of bleeding.
Your pastor never warned you about this part, did he? The part where darkness doesn't just whisper - it rips through your skull and nests in your brain like a parasite.
Because that would scare the tithe right out of your wallet.
Here's what they sold you instead:
- Prayer warriors (who've never seen battle)
- Spiritual armor (made of cotton candy faith)
- Divine protection (that breaks on first contact)
Meanwhile Hell's laughing so hard it's raining brimstone.
We're not perfect. Not even close.
But we're done pretending.
Done playing church.
Done watching people die in designer faith.
You want to know what real spiritual armor looks like?
It's not your Sunday best.
It's not your cross necklace.
It's not your WWJD bracelet.
It's scars.
Deep ones.
The kind that only come from losing fights with demons and getting back up anyway.
My brother found that out.
In a parking lot.
In his car.
Purging twenty years of military-grade trauma while something with too many teeth smiled from the mirror.
Your "warfare" is a costume party.
His was an exorcism.
Want to know why your prayers bounce off heaven like rubber bullets?
Because you're:
- Playing church instead of wielding faith
- Singing worship instead of screaming truth
- Posting inspiration instead of fighting principalities
The enemy isn't impressed by your Instagram devotionals.
Demons don't fear your Bible app notifications.
Satan doesn't flinch at your retweets of false prophets.
He's too busy celebrating while you:
- Medicate instead of meditate
- Therapize instead of exorcise
- Comfort instead of confront
You're not wearing armor.
You're wearing a spiritual snuggie.
Brandon and I learned this the hard way:
Real protection costs blood.
Real faith leaves marks.
Real warfare brings scars.
But keep playing dress-up with your Pinterest Christianity.
Keep pretending your "covering" means something.
Keep thinking your sugar-coated songs scare anything in Hell.
Just don't be surprised when the real war starts and you're standing there in spiritual lingerie instead of battle armor.
The darkness isn't coming.
It's already here.
Laughing at your preparations.
Mocking your protection.
And your "armor" is made of tissue paper.
We're not experts. Not gurus. Not polished preachers.
Just two guys with callused hands and battle-scarred faith, recording truth between shift work and family life.
The sound might crack. The edits might be rough. But the warfare is real.
Want the raw, unfiltered truth about spiritual warfare? Join us on this week's MANIFEST podcast. Two regular guys, one desperate mission: to strip the makeup off modern Christianity and show you what real battle looks like.
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