God’s Ring of Power

Learn how God has given us authority in this life to overcome the devil at every turn in this message by Rev. Matt W. Leach

It is God’s pleasure and purpose to restore us to that place we were before the Fall.  He wants our restoration to be a present experience as well as a future goal.  For this purpose He has given us a priceless gift.  

The gift is God’s Ring of Power.  We’ve barely scratched the surface of its power.  Some people don’t realize they have it. The Power is in the Ring, not in the person who wears it.  Listen to Jesus’ story of the Ring of Power.

A Frustrated Younger Brother

What’s it like living in the shadow of an older brother?  It’s not fun.  They never let you be yourself.  You’re always under his shadow.  It starts with the hand-me-down clothes.  Then no matter what you do somebody says, “Now when your brother was your age ….”  

If your brother was good at something, you’re expected to be just as good.  You’re expected to be just as smart.  If your brother was good in sports, you’re expected to be good in sports.  It’s always about your older brother – like when the coach looks at you and says, “I hope you can play as good as your brother did.”

What if you aren’t like your brother?  What if you aren’t interested in the same things?  What if you want to travel?  See the world?  Experience real life—out there?  What if all your brother cares about is the family business—plodding on day by day in the same old rut?  

The world doesn’t end at the borders of the family farm you know.  There are exciting things out there to see and do.  Real life is out there.

That’s how a certain young man felt.  Really what future was there for a younger brother?  Not much, that’s for sure.  The law said his older brother would inherit two-thirds of their father’s wealth. That would make him the boss.

What kind of life would it be staying on the farm?  His older brother would be the boss, make all the decisions, and decide how the money was to be spent.  It was obvious his older brother wouldn’t listen to his ideas.  The guy was stuffy, overbearing, stingy, and selfish!

The younger brother was chafing at the bit.  He thought, “The sooner I get out of here, the better.  I want out.  I want to be me.  I want to be free.  I want to do it my way.”

Finally, couldn’t take it any longer.  “Father,” he begged, “give me my part of the estate now so I can leave and begin to live my own life.”

Setting Out On His Own

This father was kind and wise.  He loved his young son very much.  He knew he could no longer hold his son at home.  If he did his son would only chafe and grow resentful and leave anyway.  He knew the only way his son would learn would be the hard way.  He gave his young son his inheritance.  The son packed his bags and left for the big city.

There is no suggestion that the son was bad.  Only that he wanted to be on his own.  Do things his way.  He was excited.  He was full of confidence.  He would make it on his own.  He would prove to his father, to his older brother, to everyone that he could succeed mightily on his own.

He was free.  He had enough money to be his own boss.  He headed for Rome with high resolve and hope, trusting in his own wisdom.  He was very serious about becoming very successful.

Things don’t always go the way we plan.  He bought a nice apartment in a nice section of town.  He began to study and develop his skills.  People began to take notice of him.  But he was not prepared for the temptations of the city.

His money began to slip through his fingers.  He liked the luxuries money could buy.  He liked the social events and gala parties.  And the girls – he liked the girls, and they liked his money.  He began to experiment with life and taste all its pleasures.  He was always too tired to go to the synagogue on the Sabbath.

He wanted to taste all the sensual pleasures, the drugs, the alcohol.  He slept with harlots. “This is the life!” he thought. He let his work slip, thinking “I’ll get busy on it tomorrow.”  What he thought was real freedom became an endless quest to satisfy passing whims and greedy desires and sexual lusts that were fed but never satisfied.

Then it happened.  He awoke one morning to the bitter fact that his money was gone.  Gone too were his so-called friends.  When his wealth was gone they tossed him aside like a useless worn-out shoe.  He was kicked out of his apartment, and no one would take him in.  Bill collectors hounded him.  No one would lend him so much as a penny.  He found that once sin has used you it doesn’t want you anymore.  The world treats you as a stink in its nose.

Coming To Himself

No one would hire him, especially when they knew his reputation.  Well, he’d grown up on a farm.  Perhaps a farmer would hire him.  Farmers weren’t hiring, There was a famine in the land and farmers were hard-pressed.  Finally, he forced himself on one of the farmers.  “Go feed the pigs,” said the farmer. “If they leave anything you can have it.”

He would have gladly filled his belly with the carob pods the hogs were eating.  But they could not satisfy his hunger.  Nobody gave him anything better.  His hunger grew.  The younger brother, who wanted to be free, who had been so sure of himself when he first left home, was wretched, starving, in rags, and without hope.  And he stank of pigs.

Day after day he fed the pigs.  Day after day he longed to stuff himself with the carob pods the pigs were eating.  He found no relief from the gnawing hunger pangs in his stomach.  Day after day he wallowed in self-pity.

Until one day, one day, into that brain that had been so steeped in alcohol and drugs and abuse, so totally consumed with lust and pleasure-seeking, came the first sensible thought he had had since leaving home.  At long last he came to his senses.

“What am I doing here?” he suddenly exclaimed.  “Why, my father’s got dozens of hired men.  And every one of them has more food than they can eat!  And here I am dying of hunger.  They get paid, too!  I know what I’ll do.  I’ll go home!”

“But how can I go home, alter all the things I’ve done?  How can I face my father?  I don’t deserve to be called his son.  He has every right to disown me.  I’d disown me if I was him.  

But my father isn’t like me.  I remember one hired hand who messed up so badly that he should have gone to jail for years.  And my father gave him a second chance.  And the hired hand worked hard and paid back all he owed.  If my dad would do that for a hired hand, surely he’d give me, his own son, a second chance.

“I’ll do it!  I’ll go home.  I’ve made such a mess of my life it’s time I did at least one thing right.  I’ll go home and face the truth about myself.  I’ll go to my father.  I’ll say, ‘Father, I’m so ashamed.  I’ve dragged your name through the mud.  I’ve done everything you’re against.  I’ve broken all of God’s laws.  I don’t deserve to be called your son.  Please take me on as a hired hand.’”

And so the younger son turned from the pigs and the slop he was feeding them.  He started the long journey home, with only the rags on his back, and the smell of pigs all over him.  He wouldn’t ask to be a slave.  A slave was a member of the family and the family had to care for him.  He would be a hired hand.  A hired hand was not part of the family.  He could be dismissed at a day’s notice.

The Love of a Father

A man stood looking toward the horizon, his hand shading his eyes.  He was looking for something, as he had been doing every day, week after week, month after month.  When working in the fields he would stop and look up.  When home he would rise from his chair, go to the door, and look out, scanning the horizon, looking for that familiar form.

Stories had come flooding back to him.  Accusers jumped at the chance to repeat all the bad news about his son.  Lovers of bad news used every opportunity to tell him how bad, how deep into sin his son had sunk.

He did not listen to their talk.  He prayed without ceasing for his son.  He prayed for the day his son would come to his senses and come home.  He ceased not to watch for him.  That is why, on this morning, he stood looking toward the horizon.  

Suddenly he saw him, the beloved form of his son.  He saw him while the son was yet a great way off.  And this father, who loved his son so much, dropped everything and ran as fast as he could down the road to meet his son.

Can you see how much this father loved his son?  There was no bitterness.  He didn’t stand with his arms folded, demanding, “And just what do you think you are doing here?  I’ve heard all about your debauchery.  You’ve sinned against me and brought disgrace to my name.  You’ll find no welcome here.  Get out of my sight!”  No!  There was no anger, no bitterness, no malice.  Only love.  

As the father saw his son, saw his gaunt body, his filthy clothes, caught the smell of pigs on his unwashed body, from deep within the father’s heart a great pity, a great distress at his son’s ills, a great mercy, a great transforming love came gushing out.

The son tried to make his little speech.  He tried to say, “Father, I’ve sinned against you and against heaven, and I’m no longer worthy to be called your son…” He got no further.  His father grabbed him and hugged him and cried—filth and rags and smell of pigs and all.

A Restoration

He looked at his son’s dirty rags.  “This will never do for a son of mine!  Servants, bring forth my best robe, my royal robe of royalty, and put it on him.”  That robe covered all the son’s filth, his rags, his dirt, his emaciated body.  It removed his shame.  Everyone would know he was forgiven.  His father had received him home again.  

All his unrighteousness was covered by his father’s robe of righteousness.  That robe proclaimed the father loved his son.  All was forgiven and forgotten.  His love for his son was unlimited love and unconditional forgiveness.

The father had shoes brought and put on his son’s feet.  Sons wore shoes.  Slaves went barefoot.  Those shoes marked him as a son.  Everywhere he went everyone would know that he was his father’s son.

Lastly, the father had a Ring put on his son’s finger.  Then he told the servants, “Bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let’s have a merry party.  For this son of mine was dead and has come to life again.  He was lost and has been found.”  And they began to be merry.

The Jealousy of an Older Brother

The older brother had been out working in the field.  As he approached the house he heard music and dancing.  He called to one of the servants and asked what was going on.  The answer did not please him.

He’d heard all the stories about his younger brother.  It was bad enough that he’d run off with money that could have been invested in the farm.  But to use that money his father had worked so hard to earn on drugs and booze and harlots was unforgivable.  He was a disgrace to the family.  And now to have his father throw a party in that brother’s honor, was too much.

“Look!” he said to his father.  “I’ve been working for you for years.  I’ve done everything you’ve asked me to do.  But you never gave me meat for a party.  But this, this son of yours, who has spent your money and disgraced this family, comes and you throw a big party in his honor!  Are you out of your mind?!”

The father reminded his older son that he could have had a party any time he wanted it.  Everything was his anyway.  “But, come,” said his father.  “We must make merry and rejoice.  Your brother was dead, and now he has begun to liveHe was lost and now is found.”

The elder brother was not at all pleased.  It wasn’t just the party.  It was the Ring – the Ring of Power – the Ring his father had put on the younger brother’s hand.  He knew the power of that Ring.  His younger brother had no right to wear it!  This was no ordinary Ring, no decoration, no fancy piece of jewelry.

This was a Ring of Power.  It had carved in it a unique design—the family crest.  Whenever this Ring was pressed in sealing wax it was exactly the same as a legal signature on a legal document.  It was the legal signature of the family to which it belonged.  

The father literally gave the younger brother the Power of Attorney to sign checks, to buy and sell, to enter into contracts.  It gave him the right to spend his older brother’s money!

The older brother did not want his younger brother wielding that Ring of Power.  This Ring gave the son, the son who had wasted his share of the family fortune in foolish living, the right to draw again on the father’s resources.  There were no strings attached!  From that moment on his word was as his father’s word.  

He bore the Ring of Power.  Whatever the son did, whatever the son said, if he went and did and said by the authority of that Ring. It was the same as if his father had done the going, doing, and saying

The Authority of the Believer

With this story, Jesus declares that God has placed upon your finger His Ring of Power!  You were wallowing out in the stench and filth of sin.  You had turned your back on God, refused to listen to Him, and went your own way.

All that time while you wallowed in sin God loved you with unlimited love and unlimited forgiveness.  Day and night His eyes scanned the horizon looking for you.  He waited poised, ready to run to you and embrace you with His overflowing love.  

Zephaniah wrote, “The Lord your God is in the midst of you …. His joy over you will be so great that He will spin around, dancing, with singing!” (Zephaniah 3:17)

It was your Father God’s plan that when you finally came to yourself and returned, He would clothe you in His robe of righteousness (2 Corinthians 5:21), the Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ (1 John 1:7).  He would put shoes on your feet, the shoes of a son (Ephesians 1:5).  Lastly, He would place on your finger the Ring of Power (Matthew 28:18-20; Mark 16:17-18; John 14:i2-14; Acts 3:6, 16).

What is the Ring of Power God has given us?  The Ring of Power is the Name of Jesus.

Father God has poured a great part of Himself into the Name of Jesus.  God has given Jesus a name that is above every name, a name at which every knee must bow – of things existing in heaven, and things existing on earth, and things existing under the earth.  And every tongue must acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord (Philippians 2:9-11).

This is the Name that causes demons to fear and tremble (Acts 8:7).  This is the Name by whose power the lame walk (Acts 3:2, 16), the deaf hear, the blind see, the dead come back to life (Acts 9:40).  This is the Gift Father God has given to you – the Ring of Power.

On your hand, you bear the Ring of Power.  That power is the power of attorney to use Jesus’ Name.  When you wield that Ring your word is as God’s word.  Wherever you go, whatever you do, whatever you say, if you go and do and say by the authority of that Ring of Power it is the same as if Father God Himself has done the going, doing, and saying.

God’s Ring was fashioned with love.  The one who uses it will be consumed by it.  Use it often and you will become altogether loving and lovely.

The power is in the Ring, not in the person who bears it.  It is the Ring that gives power.  The power is in the Ring, the Name of Jesus.  The Name of Jesus is unstoppable and unbeatable.

God’s Ring also imparts power to its bearer, power the bearer does not have in himself.  Jesus said, “Whatever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it you” (John 16:23; cf Acts 4:12, 29-30).  We have the authority of Jesus’ Name by which to bind and undo the works of the devil, by which to take authority over disease and over life’s storms, and by which to reign as kings in life.  We have the Ring of Power.

God’s Ring of Power does not depend on how you feel.  The power is in the Name of Jesus – not in you.  What it does depend on is your determination to learn to use it.  The wearer of the Ring, who learns to master its power, will be unstoppable and unbeatable.

Our Ring of Power: The Name of Jesus

Let’s examine our Ring of Power – the Name of Jesus.

E. W. Kenyon relates the following personal account in his book “The Wonderful Name of Jesus”:

One afternoon, while giving an address on “The Name of Jesus” a lawyer interrupted me, asking:

“Do you mean to say that Jesus gave us the ‘Power of Attorney, the Legal Right to use His Name?”

“I said to him., ‘Brother, you are a lawyer and I am a layman. Tell me – did Jesus give us the Power of Attorney?'”

“He said, ‘If language means anything, then Jesus gave the church the Power of Attorney.’”

Then I asked him, “What is the value of this Power of Attorney?”

He answered, “‘It depends upon how much there is back of it, how much authority, how much power this Name represents.”

All the power and all the authority that Jesus had is invested in His Name!

Could it be that there is more to the name of Jesus than we’ve ever dreamed?  Out of curiosity I went through the King James Version of the New Testament and marked every place where the phrase, “the name of Jesus,” occurred in some form.  

What I found amazed me!

Instead of saying that we leave houses, father, mother, etc., for HIS sake, he says FOR MY NAME’S SAKE (Mt 19:29). He says we will be hated, not for HIS sake, but for MY NAME’S SAKE (Mt 24:9).    

The seventy go out and then return with “joy saying, Lord even the devils are subject unto us THROUGH THY NAME” (Luke 17:17).  There is power and authority in the NAME of Jesus.

When we turn to the Book of Acts we find the disciples kept using the NAME of Jesus, rather than referring to Jesus Himself.

It is when you “CALL ON THE NAME of the Lord” that you are saved (Acts 2:21).

Baptism is to be done “IN THE NAME OF JESUS” (Acts 3:6).  Peter and John tell the lame man to rise and walk “IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH” (Acts 3:6).

Then they explain to everyone, including the religious council, that it is “HIS NAME THROUGH FAITH IN HIS NAME” that the man was healed (Acts 3:16).

To the council they add, “there is NONE OTHER NAME under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved” (Acts 4:12).

Each time the religious council tells the disciples to stop their preaching they do not say stop preaching about Jesus.  They say do not speak to any man “IN THIS NAME” (Acts 4:17) or do “not speak IN THE NAME OF JESUS” (Acts 5:40).

Jesus said the believing ones will cast out devils, speak with new tongues, lay hands on the sick and they will recover “IN MY NAME” (Mark 16:17). Jesus said if we “ask any thing IN MY NAME I will do it” (John 14:14). 

John said he wrote his gospel so that believing we “might have life THROUGH HIS NAME” (John 20:31). In his letter he writes: “These things have I written unto you that BELIEVE ON THE NAME of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may BELIEVE ON THE NAME of the Son of God” (1 Jo 5: 13).

Paul tells the Philippians: “Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a NAME which is above every name:  That AT THE NAME OF JESUS every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father” (Philippians 2:9-13).

In Hebrews we read that Jesus is the heir of God; he made the worlds; He is the brightness and image of God and upholds all things by the word of His power.  (Hebrews 1:1-5).  

In Ephesians we read that God has set Jesus “Far above all principality, and power, and might, and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this world, but also in that which is to come:  22 And hath put all things under his feet …”  (Ephesians 1:21-22).

These verses tell us that all the power and all the authority Jesus had is invested in His Name.   And that Name is given to us. It is God’s joy to recognize and honor that Name. There is power in the Name of Jesus.

In his book Manifest Victory J. Rufus Moseley writes:

“With great clearness and authority it was made known that we should ask God to write His own nature and love and will so deeply upon our minds and hearts that it will become the happiest thing of all to think His thoughts, to speak His word, and to do His will.”

Those words jumped out at me.  I thought, “I’ve got God right where I want Him.  He doesn’t have a choice.  He said it.  He gave me the power of attorney to use Jesus’ Name.  He’s got to do it.”

So I started praying, “Father, by the power of attorney to use Jesus’ Name that You gave me, I ask you to write Your own nature and love and will so deeply upon my mind and heart that it will become the happiest thing of all to think Your thoughts, to speak Your word, and to do Your will. God, You don’t have any choice but to do what I’ve just asked You to do. So I thank you to get busy and get it done!”

Exercise Your Authority in Christ Jesus

This isn’t an “I dare You to make me different” prayer. This is an “I mean business” prayer. Because I meant business, I expected to see evidence that God is doing what I’ve just told Him to do in the authority of Jesus’ Name. I expect to see evidence of His nature and His love and His thoughts rising up within me. I look for them.  

Looking for and expecting the evidence is vitally important. So many times and in so many ways Jesus said, “According to your faith be it unto you.”  “According to what you believe and expect be it done unto you” is another way of saying it.  

The power of attorney is of no value if you don’t use it. If you think it is worthless, it will be worthless for you. It’s like someone writing you a check for a million dollars.  If you don’t believe that person has a million dollars you will probably tear up the check and throw it away without ever cashing.

Are you ready to take authority and pray that prayer with me?  Okay.  Let’s do it. God is bound by His Word to do it.

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