Button pushers

Button pushers

Child 1: You hit my foot.

Child 2: You were trying to kick me.

Child 1: That’s because you pushed my seat.

Child 2: I didn’t actually touch you.

Child 1: Stop. I’m serious. Just stop.

Child 2: But I’m bored.

We passed the 2,000-mile mark on our summer family road trip yesterday. Boredom is setting in, especially with “child 2”. So #2 is resorting to button pushing for entertainment. You know what I mean: poking, touching, staring, creeping into anther child’s personal space in the minivan. All around annoying in general. The goal, as I understand it, is to get a rise out of the other person. To bug them for a few minutes. And child #1 is quick to oblige.

Even on a fun family road trip the enemy is a button pusher, looking to steal our faith and joy. Lake Chatcolet, Idaho.

Even on a fun family road trip the enemy is a button pusher, looking to steal our faith and joy. Lake Chatcolet, Idaho.

You and I face another, more sinister button pusher. We have an enemy that wanders around, bored in a sense, looking for mischief at our expense. Looking to ruin our day, steal our joy, and even steal our souls if we give him the chance.


Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. 1 Peter 5:8

Even as Christians saved by grace through faith, he can make us miserable and even lead us astray. We have to resist him (1 Peter 5:8), run from him (2 Timothy 2:22), and arm ourselves against him (Ephesians 6:11). And we must never, ever forget to whom we belong (1 John 4:4).

We’ve had our share of button pushing this trip, and not just between the kids. The enemy has been antagonizing us too, trying to turn us against one another and steal our joy. But we’re refusing to let him win. This is our vacation. Our family. And our Father who is in us is greater than he who is in the world.

Sorry Satan. We win.

About Dave Cummings

Dave Cummings is a husband, father of three, college professor, biologist, and urban outdoorsman. Most importantly, he is a Christ follower.
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