Often perplexed, no less than any random day. I recall the greatest speeches of Generals who were never fallen and the reasons for wide-born conquest of nations. I dreamt of Fathers sending their sons off to war, bidding them return. Women with certainly making adamant claims of fealty, none knowing the outcome rather accepting the probability.

What makes a man believe that he holds the Blessings of God above others who will mount the field of battle. Against the odds holding that after this chaotic dance of metal, man and projectiles both psychological and mettle a prevailing outcome. Who learned this dance so well they would easily add lib steps to any known or yet rehearsed martial song well enough to guarantee home’s journey?

Are we immortal those who have found a rebirth in Christ? Or does the sleep interrupt an end that faces men in the middle and opposite? Knowing this what is the loss of a life given in a battle that will always end in hereafter? Or in deeper consideration since the war has already been declared won in the moments of the veils tear, why make such life expression?

This example is one of trust for certain. A near perfect percentage reliance upon God’s plan for battles and quiet. That I need only stand in that firm relief, accepting that I will be protected, sealed, promised and delivered by the indwelling of His Sovereign Spirit to such level as there was never need to stand upon sword, rifle or theoretical Electro magnetism.

There are no calculations in my own equipping that produce such absolutism. I may never promise Jane that I will in fact come home when facing melee of unpredictability. That is the heavenly potential of Faith above reason. For a single man in Christ may stand the same utter calamity of war knowing without exception that he will always be the one left standing.