Henry V

As I considered all of the people who are fighting in this battle, I thought of something from Shakespeare's Henry V- where the young king tells his tired and outnumbered army -

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

There is a brotherhood that is formed on the battlefield. Of course my heaviest concern is for those on the frontlines in Zambia - those brothers and sisters who are fighting everyday to love like Christ in a way that often leads to significant sacrifice. I am also praying for those here in the States who must fight a different kind of battle. Some among us are very weary and are for lack of a better expression - fighting to fight. Others have fresh legs and passion for the battle and are chomping at the bit to "get at it."

No matter where we live and how we feel right now, there is tremendous joy in following Our King into this fight. Though there is some pain now and those who are not fighting seem better off for it, we know that the day will come when those with the most scars will also be those with the fewest regrets - Galatians 6:17 comes to mind.