When I was very young in the 50’s, there were many movies about WW2 and the bombing raids over Germany by the U.S. Air force. I would go into my room, fold my mattress over on itself, sit on the folded mattress with my feet on the springs, and do a bombing run over Germany. My crew would navigate for me as my six gunners would hold off the Messerschmitt 109’s while we were taking heavy flack. We always came back shot up, low on fuel and in need of an emergency landing.
I don’t know if we successfully completed our required thirty-five missions or not, but because of my expert leadership we never lost a man or plane. My only trouble was my mother’s concern for what I was doing to the bed. She didn’t realize we all had to be committed to the war effort.
I hated to leave my B-17, fellow airmen, and the war itself, but we all have to rid ourselves of imaginations as reality and maturity overtake us.
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;
My imaginations were certainly far out, but what about your imaginations? Is it time to deal with them and be obedient to Christ?
Think about it.
Gary