Game. Set. Match.

“Game. Set. Match.”
by Damainion Ewell

An expecting mother and father are in the delivery room. As the snow drifts and the blustery wind chills the air, a warming calm wards off the frost. An evening of solidarity is upon the family. Pacing to and fro across the room is a man longing for the arrival of his first born child. His chest is puffed out with innocent pride, as he wipes beads of sweat off his wife’s forehead. He watches absorbedly and excruciatingly the travail of birthing a miracle.

As the contractions become closer and the wincing develops into screaming, an announcement comes that the blessing of the LORD has arrived. She will now be known as Mama, and he will now be known as Daddy. One loving stroke of her head from him and one affectionate glare into his eyes from her affirms the brightness of the future that lies ahead. One tap on the child’s bottom affirms to all within earshot that a baby is born. However, this is no ordinary child.

This child is a child of promise. The LORD says, “before I formed you in the womb I knew you” (Jeremiah 1:5, NKJV). This child is on assignment to be a blessing to everything it touches. This child’s sole mission is to make whole everything that has been broken. As a matter of fact, this child’s very name is inspired of the LORD, and whatever this child speaks shall come to pass (Jeremiah 1:7). But, all Mama can think of is the nicks and cuts that her child will suffer. All Mama can think of is making sure the child’s bib is not on too tight and that the food is soft enough so the gums will not bleed. She luxuriates in the beauty of endless possibilities and potential. She plays and replays in her mind the day her child will get married and make her a grandmother. She conjures up pictures of graduation day and imagery of seeing bountiful success encased in a picture frame. The mere idea of seeing her child display the hard work and hard fought desire to walk in a cap and gown momentarily overwhelms her. She visualizes watching her child on the merry-go-round, going down the sliding board and on the swing set, screaming elatedly and begging to be pushed harder.

Daddy is not any better! He picks up his child, and innumerable hypothetical situations take over every orifice of his mind. He envisions his child taking the world by storm. His child will be the star player on the team. This child will never eat free lunch at school. This child will get driven by car to school and not be forced to sit in the back of a rundown, yellow monstrosity. Kindness is this child’s middle name, and this child will be gentle towards everyone. Daddy visualizes this child’s first driving lessons, fishing trips, special outings to the ballpark and picnics by the seashore. His favorite foods, television shows, games and hobbies will be adopted by this child.

There are so many things to do, and seemingly not enough time to do them in. It is 3 am, and Daddy lethargically skulks towards the kitchen to prepare formula for his hungry miracle. As he sits up in the bed to take his turn in the nightly feeding, his exhaustion turns into ammunition. NOTHING will happen to my child, he ponders, as the child sucks the very life out of the plastic lining holding the meal. Ever so gently, he pats the child on the back to exhume the gas buried deep in the belly. A loud burp leaves the child, and the world is an amazing place. Mama rests comfortably just millimeters away, and the product of a loving relationship rests upon Daddy’s chest. The abundance of the LORD shows itself mightily, and all is seemingly well. Little do they know that there is a nuisance lurking about , plotting and planning ways to break up the enjoyment of what God has created.

Years go by, and time and again, Mama and Daddy notice that their child is special. Their child has scraped both knees, spilled juice on the new carpet and tells the occasional fib, as most children do. Their child has lost toys, grows out of clothes quicker than new ones can be bought and craves too many sweets, as most children do. Their child tracks mud in the house, breaks brand new plates and is more interested in a cartoon than a book, as most children are. Their child loses teeth and crooked ones grow in. Their child sneaks a cookie, and as soon as they get caught, they act as if they were getting the cookie for you. Their child hits the ball and runs the wrong way. Their child even cries and has a tantrum in the middle of the grocery store for the all the shoppers to see. Yet and still, this child is special.

The LORD Himself has implanted in the DNA of this child the wealth of yoke-breaking anointing and an ability to touch inexplicably the lives of others with a mere smile. There is a promise upon this child’s life so significant, a change in the climate can occur in a person’s life by simply holding a door open. The blessing of the LORD rests on this child, and everything is wonderful. The good grades become great grades, and now the child is well on the way to becoming the school’s valedictorian. The crooked teeth straighten. The child becomes cognizant of wiping their feet on the door mat. The child passes every test and aces every grade. The child is the captain of the team and well-known all over the school.

And here he comes…

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour” (1 Peter 5:8, NKJV).

What happened when you unexpectedly had to leave your child in the care of a relative that, without you knowing it, was perverted and a victimizer? This relative set their sights on your unassuming child with reckless abandon, forcing their demons and repugnant tendencies upon the innocence that the LORD gave. Virtue is instantaneously exchanged for confusion and secrecy. Shame overtakes the child once flowing with excitability and pride. The glow has left the child’s skin and the gleam has left the child’s eye. An innocent touch turns into a lustful grab. The child no longer opens a door in courtesy, but shuts every door of the heart in mystery.

The devil is on the move.

What happened when your child was introduced to a glass pipe and smoked the rock inside because they could not fight off the peer pressure? The child was a gift from on high. Suddenly, your child wants nothing but the next high. Drugs are a devilish device because the first high is usually the highest high, and every buzz thereafter amounts to a fruitless chase to catch the high that was. In the midst of all that running, the child gives of their body and everything in it to get the next fix. A bath is not taken for weeks. A warm meal is not eaten for days. A smile is not cracked for seemingly a lifetime.

The devil is on the prowl.

What happened when your child’s target of affection told them they are not good enough? Your child wrapped themselves in the security of the arms of a significant other. The child loves this person more than every breath that leaves their body. The child gives their all AND their all to capture the heart of this person. The child slaves and works hard for this person. The child gives in to every whim to pacify the desires of this person. Sacrifices are plentiful, but reciprocity is lacking. The child’s needs are placed on the backburner until the needs no longer exist. Nonetheless, this person curses the child up one wall and down another. The child’s work ethic is classified as laziness. The child’s giving in is classified as selfishness. The child’s sacrifices are spat upon, and needs are chop into pieces, suitable to be burned in the fireplace. Nothing the child does ever matters, and the cursing becomes
use. The mental scars become physical. The physical scars become mental. Repeated overtures of how much of a nothing and a nobody the child is feels like a mule’s kick to the heart. With every “GO TO HELL” that comes the child’s way, a piece of the soul rots away.

The devil has come this far…but he cannot come any further!

Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven, having the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand. He laid hold of the dragon, that serpent of old, who is the Devil and Satan, and bound him…” (Revelation 20:1-2, NKJV).

The devil is an impostor, an imitator, a sham and a conquered foe. Jesus portrays Satan’s fall from grace as “like lightning from heaven” (Luke 10:18, NKJV), and He reminds us that “I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall by any means hurt you” (Luke 10:19, NKJV).

Who is this child that is so consistently talked about in this story? It is YOU. The devil has attempted time and again to rob you of your joy and kill you for your courage, but he cannot: “And the God of peace will crush Satan under your feet shortly” (Romans 16:20, NKJV). The devil has attempted time and again to usurp your destiny, but he and his gang of imps cannot: “So the great dragon was cast out, that serpent of old, called the Devil and Satan, who deceives the whole world; he was cast to the earth, and his angels were cast out with him” (Revelation 12:9, NKJV).

You may have been raped, but the devil cannot take your innocence. You may have been molested, but the devil cannot keep you locked in a cage of sexual confusion and overt promiscuity. You may have been physically or mentally abused, but the devil cannot open another wound within the confines of your spirit. You may have had to suffer through the ravages of a divorce, but the devil cannot take the love you will have for the new person that is on the way. You will make it out of the fire without the smell of smoke permeating your clothes. The devil can take your house, your car, all of your prized possessions and the job that funds it all, but he CANNOT take the LORD away from you: “But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you” (1 Peter 5:10, NKJV).

The devil is a DEFEATED adversary! “The devil, who deceived them, was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone where the beast and the false prophet are. And they will be tormented day and night forever and ever” (Revelation 20:10, NKJV). YOU have the victory! YOU are triumphant! YOU have overcome!

The devil has fled…



Damainion Ewell is a well-traveled freelance journalist and a man on a mission. Formerly known in many secular arenas as “The Millennium Writer,” Damainion took a God-imposed hiatus from journalism in late 2005 to concentrate on his family and other personal endeavors. Nearly two years later, Damainion is on the brink of his writing comeback, with a singular mission in mind: to glorify the name of Jesus Christ with every word that he writes. Damainion is currently working on two Christian literary offerings and enjoying life with his wife of seven years and their three wonderful children.