I stand in the midst of an army, made up of my fellow brothers, sisters, friends and family all surrounding me, fully aware of the war that commences in the battlefield ahead. Yet they just go about their assigned tasks ... and wait. They stand around and strategize, philosophize and plan, but do nothing in terms of action. Swords are drawn, but not used. Armor is polished but not scarred. Everyone has a plan, but no one moves into action. Everyone talks of what ‘they’d’ do, yet I see no one marching into the battlefield and putting those plans into action. They live in the false security of their camp’s safety, deceiving even them self.
The enemy stands on the other side of the battlefield, and from hidden places tease, taunt and laugh at the circumstances. They know they are bigger, stronger, and more courageous. They know they have strength, history and numbers on their side. They understand the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
I cannot continue to do nothing. I may not be the strongest, the smartest, the best trained, the wisest or the ideal warrior, but I have courage in the face of fear. Whether I win or lose, live or die, fail or succeed … I choose to fight.
I don’t know what will happen. Will I find ten smooth stones in a riverbed? Will I have the knowledge and strength to wind my sling? Do I have the precision to strike at the most vulnerable spot on the giants I face? I cannot answer these questions, because I do not know how my fight is destined to be fought. All I know is I can’t just stand here. Do I possess the same kind of faith a shepherd boy once had? Was he as scared as I am?
Till next time,