The efficiency and power of emotional/spiritual communication far exceeds its verbal counterpart. It's current runs and rules beneath the stiff, clack and clammer of capital letters and stilted syntax.

It's another language altogether. And it's much closer to home.

Rhyme and reason reign in the high and heady realm of cognitive intercourse. Symbols, riddles and puzzles pass in the deeper courts of mystery.

There in hidden places our identity was formed - the history of our construction. The workers, the tools and the materials list are all recorded. Mistakes, flaws, mis-measurements, the works. All this cultivated our emotional landscape - how we felt and what we believed about who we were, and what we would become.

All that construction occurred in this preexisting context: Who am I? What do I mean? Am I desirable?

That context is seen as a playground by many. In fact, it's a war zone, wherein natural, familial, spiritual and societal forces strive for influence. The outcomes of this warfare propel destinies. It's THE critical theater of operations.

By the time we enter adulthood we think our education has set us in good stead for life's journey. That makes sense to our heads. But our hearts are rarely that certain.

Here's how it works. The devil has a vested interest in your hopelessness. A demoralized human is easy prey. He knows how the language of our inner life works, better than most humans.Our ignorance is his advantage.

His most lethal weapon is the spirit of rejection. He must first stir up elements of unresolved conflict, trauma and real or imagined experiences of shame or rejection. These are easy to find. People naturally feel these buried wounds when facing current trials.

Our inner beliefs seek to be realized. If the little 5 year old boy inside you decided that Daddy left home because you were bad, than you feel bad. No matter what your logical mind tells you.

That conviction causes real pain. You push it away as far as you can. Bye and bye, however, it starts crying out. But you don't get it, because it's 'so illogical'.

Your emotions will not say, 'I feel so rejected by my dad, and so ashamed and worthless because he did not value me.' That's not how we work.

Rather, you may see a vile image arise in your imagination, or hear violent, perverse or disgusting ideas nagging your thought life. You're shocked. You scramble to dismiss them, with only little success. You discover over time that those recurring themes commonly arise when you feel low and vulnerable.

One day it dawns on you that, while you condemn yourself for having such ideas, those images and wicked thoughts you've been fighting are not the point. Your long-broken heart is trying to send you a message. How do you feel when those horrible thoughts invade your life? The feeling is the message.

'I abhor myself. I feel dirty and despicable. I'm so ashamed to tell anyone. If they knew what I was thinking, they would reject me outright.'

Ha! There it is. Self-abhorrence. Shame. Rejection. Like a bell that never stops ringing.

The enemy of your soul has held the hammer. When he bangs that bell, the emotions rail, and he's been controlling the message. When bad thoughts mix with our strong emotions, our own mind assumes ownership and 'justly' condemns. The spirit of rejection stuns and sends you reeling in shame and self-loathing. You keep flailing and beating the air. When the dust finally settles and you gain your footing, the damn bell starts ringing all over again.

Now, consider another scenario. That the spirit and emotions inside you have heard another voice. The call of hope has rung out. When the light of truth shines into your spirit and its living words take root in your emotions . . . Hell's Bells, for you, are cracked. Once cracked, soon shattered!

Today, or sometime very soon, every creature in every world will bow to the Prince of Life.

They will recall a day prophesied in eternity and actualized in time and space. A righteous Man grew up among us. Despised and rejected by all. So beaten to disfigurement was He, that no one would lift their gaze upon Him.

It was God Himself in a man who saw, felt and consumed the gall of the shredded, abandoned and desperate hearts of every boy and girl who's ever drawn breath - and of those so unwanted, that even breath was denied them.

This One, in offering up His own life as our ransom, obliterated every trace of the evil that separated God and His children now and forever.

In rising from the dead, Jesus obtained the right for those who believe in Him to receive the Spirit who, dwelling in our own spirit, forever cries "Abba (Daddy) Father."

Yes, that same Holy Spirit broadcasts the inexhaustible love of God over the landscape of our heart and soul. Union and intimacy, now. The joy inexpressible and full of glory.