There’s a difference between fighting a war and picking a fight.
Too often, what gets labeled “spiritual warfare” is nothing more than a jolt of caffeine, a hit of dopamine, and a random burst of emotion disguised as strategy. We call it warfare, but it’s not. It’s noise. It’s lashing out. It’s babbling in battle gear.
It’s the kid who kicks the bully in the shin and sprints away—because there’s no plan to stand, no commitment to see it through, no positioning to actually win.
The problem with this approach? It may feel bold, but it’s mostly reaction. It doesn’t build. It doesn’t reclaim. It doesn’t last.








