"If you think it over, you will find that Jesus is your Shield in more ways than you can count; but I must leave you to find these out for yourselves. I think the other thought is the main one in our present subject."
"Florence's Helmet is next," remarked Hugh, as Agnes paused.
"Yes—the crowning of all—the hope which lifts the head proudly before every foe. Salvation! Victory at last; no defeat or dismay for those who trust Him. 'Take the Helmet of Salvation,' and the joy of the Lord shall be your strength!"
"Oh, Agnes," whispered Florence, "how nice!"
"And then," pursued Agnes, "the last equipment must be taken in hand, and never put down till the fight is fought. 'Take ... the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.'"
"I often think how our Lord conquered Satan when He was on earth. Don't you remember that at every attack, He answered him by the Word of God? Satan hates to have Scripture quoted to him. He knows its power, and would by every device urge the soldier to lay down this powerful weapon. But let us all be too wary for this. Let us brighten our Sword ere we go to bed; let us grasp it afresh when we rise in the morning; let us wield it in our hearts and in our lives all day, that so the Word of Christ may dwell in us richly, and we may be able to fight the good fight of faith."
Agnes paused, and all her listeners were silent.
"Do you catch my meaning, dears?" she asked gently.
"Oh yes, Agnes," answered several voices, and then John spoke earnestly.
"Agnes, there's one thing I've learned from what you have been saying (besides many other things). As you went along, I came to this conclusion—"