Jesus looked up and cried out, “It is finished,” then slumped lifeless on the cross. The battle was over. If what he said earlier was true, that the angels of Heaven rejoice at the saving of one soul (Luke 15:10), I wonder what kind of celebration must have taken place when the Temple veil was ripped from top to bottom and the prison gates were thrown open for the saving of mankind.I have faced a lifelong battle, which was partly won through Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. The rest depends on my confession, which may begin with going to church and saying I believe in Christ, but that’s the beginning of the battle, not the end.
The apostle Paul said, “A battle rages between what we know in our hearts and what our minds and bodies say would be good. I don’t do what my spirit says I should do, so I wind up doing what my moral instincts condemn. So I run the race with relentless determination. I don’t fight like the boxer who throws punches at the air, but I surrender my body, making myself a captive to Christ, lest I should miss the truth of my own preaching” (Romans 7:15, 1 Corinthians 9:26–27).
Now I know when the battle’s over: it happens as soon as I completely surrender.

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