A Sojourner's Quest

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I don’t have any more time to waste, any heart for games or masks, any room for suck-ups or phonies, or any patience with things that will distract me from my mission. I’m neither mad nor bitter, but I’m not kidding, either, and I’m not afraid. I’ve heard the Master’s call to arms, and I feel his boldness rising up in me. His fight has now become my fight, his reputation now my reputation, and his war now my war. I pledge allegiance to my risen Prince, without limits or conditions. Frankly, I don’t even know if I’ll survive this fight, but that’s alright. I’ve strapped my armor on, and I hold my sword and shield. I take my place among the honored faithful in the Troop of God, and I will hustle as I take my place in line. I’m humbled to hold a position among the faithful assembly, all proud warriors of Christ. I don’t intend to let them down, let alone my Captain, who goes before us – resolute, fearless, and majestic. Right here, right now, I make my stand with the assembly of the faithful. We will not shrink back from or be intimidated by the enemy. We will never turn and run, shut up or retreat, or cower in the face of our Enemy’s army, though vast in number and ungodly in swagger. We know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he will keep that which we have committed to him against the evil day. As the King’s ambassadors, we will prophesy his deliverance to the ends of the earth. Though principalities and powers resist his rule, they will prove futile against his weapons of warfare. We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against the spirit rulers of this present darkness. We wear the war ring and bear proudly the colors and coat of arms of the one true Captain of the Lord’s armies. It is his banner we proudly display, and his heavenly beat we step in cadence to. He alone is our inspiration and our heart. And, what if I should fall as I engage in this glorious battle for the reign of the universe? What if this next battle be my final chance to breathe the sweet air of the King’s victory? Will I retreat or shrink back? Will I abandon my post or sleep on my watch? Will I stand my ground like so many who stood before me, or will I turn and run and hide as the enemy presses his attack? God forbid, for it was for the day of battle I was born, and reborn, and for this fight I am here. This fight, my fight, is on.