What’s the old saying? Out of the frying pan, into the fire? But this time, it’s a good thing.
Three months in, I’m finding my niche at our new church home. I’ve rolled up my sleeves, hitched up my breeches, and bounded into the trenches. And it feels great!
In case any of us have forgotten, there’s a war on. (On more than one front.) In the battle for souls, God always wins—and by His grace, I’m on His side.
Having sustained a couple of serious war wounds (some of it by friendly fire), I spent a bit of time in the infirmary. I’m glad to tell you, though—during my incarceration I did the drills, and I’ve rejoined the ranks.
Being a newbie, I was tempted to step in as a private first class. But the fact is, I left my previous platoon as a person of rank, so to speak; it’s perfectly alright to sport my hard-earned medals. So I have joined two Bible studies, serve within two ministries, and God is blessing us with a bunch of new friends. There is no doubt I have landed in A Good Company. Best of all, my family is thriving—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. The Master Commander is doing His work.
I look forward to serving more among this group of kingdom workers. The officers are showing themselves to be strong and wise, while at the same time gracious and humble. And my fellow laborers, as well as those receiving our help, are friendly, kind, encouraging, and grateful.
My war wounds are healing up enough that I can take a little mud and barbed wire. As I was reminded at class this morning, we know how the battle started, and we know how it’s going to end. So—there’s no time like the present to get off the cot, and join my brothers and sisters—in the trenches.