While at Radiance International this evening, the Lord placed this in my head.
“The Battlefields are proving grounds for a man. If he has nothing to fight for, he dies for nothing, and has nothing to live for. His life is a barren wasteland. Woe is he.”
Seventy years ago, if a man was called to fight and go to war, all it took was the drop of a hat and there he was. Vietnam saw draft dodgers and draft card burnings. That generation of men never learned what it meant to fight. The ones that did, returned disillusioned that their acts were detested by the general public who was advocating for peace, love and all that happy-high-hippie-crap. Truth-be-told, I wanted to enlist. I was instead steered away by my doting mother and encouraged to go the “traditional and safe” route by going to college after high school.
It wasn’t until I realized my identity as a warrior type years later that I realized why the Marines was so appealing. These days, warrior types have a negative stigma attached to them as being too aggressive, violent, meat-heads, rash, simpletons, etc.
My battlefield is the classroom. It is full of challenges that must be overcome. My mind is the weapon as well as the pen. My attitude is aggressive and unbending. Rest comes later. Completion of my mission objectives takes center stage.
When I pray, I am fighting relentlessly.
“The Battlefields are proving grounds for a man. If he has nothing to fight for, he dies for nothing, and has nothing to live for. His life is a barren wasteland. Woe is he.”
In some weird way, I consider a racecar driver to be somewhat of a warrior. no, not nascar. I’m talking about rally driving on dirt road courses over mud, dirt, ice, snow, and everything in between. It’s one way that I can explain my need and desire to drive fast and to always over-take others on the roads. Risk/reward. High risk = high reward. zoom zoom!
My war will last my whole life, and I will fight many battles between now and the end. I will give a valiant effort. I will tire, but not relent. I know my mission, goals, tasks, and objectives. I know why I’m fighting, who I’m fighting for, and what I want from my victories.
I will not relent. I have too much to live for. The stakes are too high. Mediocrity is my enemy.
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