Lord, considering my insignificance in this world, it often becomes difficult to remember that You can even see me.  My place in this world in my poverty, both spiritual and physical has little to no bearing upon my princely priesthood at the foot of Your Throne.  Forgive me for my limited thinking and moments of depression, lamenting my stature and sparsity among men.  Two men, one sees himself as doomed to stand on the field of battle, serving a King of whom he knows little, arguing, battling, giving everything for a concept to which he has barely committed.  The other, standing there in the King’s armor, gleaming in blinding brilliance, a mind filled with the knowledge outside of time, regarding himself courageous but knowing the truth that it is the King’s authority, power, protection and strength that will win the day.  They are Brothers, these too.  Yet they test the limits of dissimilarity.  The gap that divides them has always been filled by hope, faith and trust in Christ.

Father, I cannot do that which You ask of me.  Knowing that empowers me, because it is not that I am unwilling, uncommitted or disobedient, it is that it is beyond my capability.  Therefore, I have arrived on the field of battle armed with the knowledge that if this grand thing is to be done, that it will not be by my hand but by Your Will, Strength and Direction, Living through me.  Let me not falter in my foothold.  Give me the air in my chest to say, do and walk this journey that ends at Your feet.  Let Your Light so shine through my stance and glitter in my eye that men who look upon me are encouraged and strengthened as we walk in the shadow of illusion, pain and death.  I am too small to even reach the next wrung of the ladder in my ascension.  Give me strength, hope and courage, always.

You are my King and I stand for You, not of self but in spite of self.  Praise Your Glory.  Jesus, I long to ride behind You into a battle in which I will never raise sword or hand.