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Big Bad Belt

The WWE wrestling belts are rather elaborate, considering the sport that they represent. WWE wrestling is an absurd travesty of the sport of wrestling. Of all of the outlandish and obscene characters that "fight" only one has the right to be called the champ. 

These jokers are all trying to gain fame with that special belt. When it seems that they should be put into the Circus. Really crazy stuff. 

In Ephesians 6 we read these important words in verse 14, Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist.... 

Paul used his prison stay to observe different soldier ware. This from a Wikipedia entry, "A cingulum militare was a piece of ancient Roman military equipment in the form of a belt decorated with metal fittings, which was worn as a badge of rank by soldiers and officials and was used to hold their pants up in battle." 
 
As soldiers of the cross our badge of rank is truth. We hold up our spiritual pants with truth. When we do we're never caught with said paints down. 

The Roman's belt was adorned with symbols designating rank, however, because of the grand quantity of belts needed to outfit their vast army, the quality of those belts and other equipment began to diminish. Helmets that were once made of bronze or iron went to wicker mesh. Leaving vast numbers of lives at stake. 

Our truth belt is an eternal piece of our armor that will never lose its luster or quality. Our lives, reflecting the truth of the word and how that truth has changed us is what God uses to change others. 

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