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Call To An Act of Valor


If you have not been able to see "Act of Valor" in the theater; please take the time to get it and watch it with your family.  The story of our servicemen unfolding in a respectful approach with all of the glory and horror of battle, was heart wrenching.

I don't like war.  I don't like the results of war.  I don't like the arguments surrounding war.  
 

BUT the truth is we are at war...constantly.   If we are not fighting and standing our ground... we are losing it.

We are at war against the powers and principalities and rulers of this world.  Satan and his hoards of armies are described as "a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour."  Reality is that we live in a fallen corrupt world within the systems set up by a real and constant enemy.  

The weapons of our warfare will not take him out.  All of our wisdom, collaboration, seeking, managing, leading or manipulation will never bring Peace on Earth. 

 Peace will only come when our world is liberated once and for all eternity by Jesus Christ.

So I believe as Nehemiah did, that we need to rebuild walls with a sword in one hand and a hammer in the other.  Standing side by side fighting the battle that is ours to fight.  

While our young men and women; our sons and daughters fight on the front lines, may we fight for them and with them from the position we have.

If our calling is to teach then let us teach with valor.

If our role is to preach then let us not be quiet.

If it is to govern, to heal, to pray, to provide or protect; let us do it with all of the valor, grit, perseverance, determination and teamwork the servicemen of this movie encapsulate.

"Therefore, put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand." Ephesians 6:13





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