Hope ya’ll are all well and happy, looking forward to a wonderful Christmas.
I have run this blog below before, but I think it is so good. Sometimes, I feel just the way this "Soldier For The Lord" says he felt and I would like a lesser responsibility, but you know what? Every week I find that place that God set aside,(Church) insulated from the enemy, where I can restore my faith and my understanding of what needs to be done and each time I come away from there feeling renewed and refreshed, with a new shield and a sharpened sword, ready to go back into the "Battle" again.
Thank You Lord, for this sanctuary and all my "Brothers and Sisters," for without them, I would surely be beaten down.
"GOD is our refuge and strength, an EVER-PRESENT HELP in trouble."
TO: Commander-in-Chief Spiritual Armed Forces, Jesus Christ
I am writing this to You to request a transfer to a desk job. I herewith present my reasons: I began my career as a private, but because of the intensity of the battle You have quickly moved me up in the ranks. You have made me an officer and given me a tremendous amount of responsibility. There are many soldiers and new recruits under my charge. I am constantly being called upon to dispense wisdom, make judgments, and find solutions to complex problems. You have placed me in a position to function as an officer, when in my heart I know I have only the skills of a private.
I realize that You have promised to supply all I would need for the battle. But Sir, I must present You a realistic picture of my situation. My uniform, once so crisp and starched, is now stained with tears and blood of those I have tried to assist. The soles of my boots are cracked and worn from the miles I have walked trying to enlist, encourage, and instruct the troops. My weapons are marred, tarnished and chipped from constant battle against the enemy. Even the Book of Regulations I was issued has been torn and tattered from endless use. The words are now smeared.
You have promised You would be with me throughout, but when the noise of the battle is so loud and the confusion is so great, I can neither see nor hear You. I feel so alone. I’m tired. I’m discouraged. I have Battle Fatigue. I would never ask You for a discharge. I love being in Your service. But I humbly request a demotion and transfer. I’ll file papers or clean latrines. Just get me out of the battle — please, Sir.
Your Faithful, but tired, Warrior.
TO: Faithful, but tired, Soldier, Spiritual Armed Forces
LOCATION: The Battlefield earth
Your request for transfer is denied. I herewith present My reasons: You are needed in this battle. I have selected you, and I will keep My Word to supply your needs. You do not need a demotion and transfer. Besides, you’d never cut it on latrine duty anyway. You need a period of "R & R" (Renewal and Rekindling). I am setting aside a place on the battlefield that is insulated and fully protected from the enemy. I will meet you there and I will give you rest. I will remove your old equipment and "make all things new."
You have been wounded in the battle, My soldier. Your wounds are not visible, but you have received grave internal injuries. You need to be healed. I will heal you. Also, you have been weakened in the battle. You need to be strengthened. I will strengthen you and be your strength. I will instill in you confidence and ability. My Words will be rekindled within you, giving you renewed love, zeal and enthusiasm. Report to Me tattered and empty. I will replenish you.
Your Commander-in-Chief, Jesus Christ.