Excited. Cheerful. A little wide-eyed
but you don’t know why because
you’re called and equipped and
assured that God’s at your side.
You don’t understand, dear friend,
that today you walk into the vapor
of Satan’s breath,
into the very jaws of death.
Why at your steps do tremble
the very gates of hell?
They quake for they know they will not prevail
and every arrow they fashion and aim will fail.
Dear friend, do you not know?
To those trembling gates you’re a threat,
an incarnational harbinger of the Not Yet.
For you draw near to them, not in strength or
warrior dress, but carrying the very Light
of the World within your broken vessel.
Satan knows you’re not alone on this battlefield,
that you’re covered by a heavenly shield,
that his greatest fear, a Risen Savior,
is the singular weapon you wield.
Dear sister, your weak and trembling flesh
will be trodden on, dismantled, and pressed.
For he would love to sift you like wheat
and set you ablaze in the furnace he heats.
Your pilgrim shoes will wear thin for all the
battles they’ll be in and there will be days
when your cries are your only sacrifice of praise.
But this is the call. This is the way of the cross.
This is the way you must walk despite the inestimable cost.
So walk on your knees, friend, walk on your knees.
(To the wife of a new minister)