A farmer in the Midwestern United States developed a discoloration on his arm.

Every day he found the irregular shape and color spreading. So, confident in his ability to mend broken things, he cut the spot out.

A few mornings later, he found another irregular growth, this time, in his armpit. He planned to remove it too, but before he could, he suffered a seizure. Doctors discovered he had skin cancer, which had metastasized. Those same deadly cells had spread to his brain.

Farmers are skilled at many life-sustaining things, but cancer removal is not one of them. Though it was the farmer’s cancer, it was the doctor’s job to fight it.

Enemies aren’t ours to fight.

The problem with fighting our own battles, especially when it comes to people, is that we can’t be precise. It leaves us, the vengeful person, with a guilty conscience, a fine, jail time, or an even angrier enemy set on retaliating. We just don’t have the ability to deliver revenge well.

But God does.

God is love, but He is also just. He can deliver perfect life-learning discipline. He can get to the heart of a cancerous person. Instead of trying to cut them out, the best battle plan is to pray them into the Great Physician’s hands.