Recently I was watching the HBO series based on Stephen Ambrose book “Band of Brothers.”
The battle scenes are intense and graphic, and give you a sense although not the reality of what it must have been like to be there.
In any war there are casualties. Some wounded, some captured, some die.
But do you ever think about the casualties of the spiritual war that we are in?
A war with an enemy who never lets up, who never takes a break. Whose attacks come viciously and often.
And sometimes his flaming arrows, his weapons of war hit the mark, wound and injure.
But I don’t think we see the wounded in this war as casualties.
Instead we see their wounds as failures
And we leave the wounded on the battlefield.
To a soldier in battle the cause of the wound is unimportant.
The priority is to get the injured to safety for treatment.
And so it must be for us.
We cannot allow the wounded to die untreated as much as it depends on us.
Lord forgive me for the times I have focused on the person, the circumstances and not the wound.
Judging them unworthy of my care, making excuses not to help, leaving them alone.
Help me to have the heart of the Samaritan who did not look at the person or the circumstances but at the wounds and did what was necessary.
“Now at last they were beginning chapter One of the great story no one on earth has read: which goes on forever”.
I love this line at the end of the Last Battle by C.S. Lewis.
Everyone has a story to tell and ultimately we are all part of a greater story that someday will be revealed in full.
“ For now, we can only see a dim and blurry picture of things”.
( 1 Corinthians 13:12).
My story is not remarkable, although the events I have had the privilege in my life to witness have been.
I grew up in the south “the land of cotton” and the old times there were definitely not forgotten.
I remember where I was and what I was doing when JFK and Martin Luther King were murdered in Dallas and in Memphis.
I remember the Civil Rights movement, a time of great unrest and change.
I remember the dawning of the “Age of Aquarius” in the late 1960’s. It was also the dawning of my love for playing music, a love that has stayed with me throughout my life.
If my life were chapters in a book one would tell of my precious bride of 20+ years who endured so much and stood beside me through the good and the bad.
One would describe the blessings of being a father and a grandfather.
One would tell about how despite being “the wretch” the song sings about God was able to change me, and use me to make a difference in others lives, make me a servant in His church, and surround me with friends all because of His goodness.
All part of a story that has had many twists and turns.
I think of the words Jimmy Buffet wrote in one of my favorite songs
"As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin’ man I have chalked up many a mile Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks And I learned much from both of their styles"
And so it is true for me.
But in all of my travels and all I have read and experienced nothing compares to where I am headed.
The place where my story here ends and the story that goes on forever begins!
"" I am confident that He who began a good work in you will carry it on until completion until the day He returns".
My hope is that as we all run
our race that in some small way my words will encourage and speak to you, as your story is being written.
And draw you ever closer to the One who loves you.
Further up and further in!
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