The Proud vs. the Proud
In every battle—domestic, political, religious, academic—
It’s pride against pride.
The victor? Inflated.
The loser? Infuriated.
But pride never dies—it plots.
It whispers, “Revenge is sweet.”
“I’ll reclaim my honor. I’ll restore my name.”
And so the war never ends.
Because the proud don’t surrender.
They just reload.
They think proud.
Win or lose—they stay proud.
But those who meditate on the Word
Know Heaven’s paradox:
“The battle is not against flesh and blood.”
To crush pride, you don’t fight harder.
You bow lower.
Humility is your weapon.
Not defensive. Not offensive.
But never defenseless.
It’s a stormy path—
Like Pharaoh chasing you down,
And God parts the sea for your escape.
Pharaoh thinks you’re weak.
But arrogance blinds.
He runs into judgment.
You’re famished in the desert—
God rains manna.
You face giants—
God says, “Do not fear.”
The world calls you fragile.
But they don’t see the fire.
The Lord is your strength—
Before you, beside you, within you.
Truth is your shield.
Love is your flame.
Mercy is your power.
And all of it—wrapped in humility.
So you march.
Silent. Steady.
Let pride rage.
Let arrogance roar.
Until it burns out,
Loses its voice.
Then you worship.
Immersing in God’s presence.
Standing—not as a performer,
But as a vessel, emptied and yielded.
The room fades. Time slows.
You are not singing to the wind—
You are singing to the throne.
The anointing descends like oil,
Heavy with glory,
Soft as breath,
Fierce as fire.
Hands lifted—not in effort,
But in surrender.
Eyes closed—not in escape,
But in encounter.
Heaven draws near.
The veil thins.
The Spirit hovers,
You the worshiper becomes flame.
Words melt into groans,
Groans into silence,
Silence into knowing.
You are not asking.
You are not striving.
You are beholding.
And in that beholding,
Chains break.
Wounds heal.
Demons flee.
Hearts awaken.
Because when one worships
In the anointing of God’s presence,
Heaven does not just watch—
It invades.
And like Jericho,
The walls of pride crumble.
Because you chose humility.
Demons flee.
Captives walk free.
And Heaven declares:
“You are highly favored—
Because in humility, God is honored.”
author: leo.e.m.calderon.08.17.2025
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