Battle Cry

Only a fool walks into battle without a weapon.

A contemporary soldier brings a gun.

A knight brings his sword.

A member of Star Fleet brings his phaser.

A warrior princess?

I bring truth.

The world tells me I'm ugly.

"The King is enthralled by my beauty" (Pslams 45:11)

Truth: I am beautiful.

The world tells me I'm not good enough.

"If the willingness is there, the gift is acceptable according to what one has, not according to what he does not have."  (2 Corinthians 8:12)

Truth: my best is good enough.

The world tells me I am alone.

"And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." (Matthew 28:20b)

Truth: Jesus is always there-forever.

The world tells me God doesn't care.

"Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior; who daily bears our burdens." (Psalms 68:19)

Truth: God carries my pain every day.  It matters to him.

The world tells me I will not succeed.

"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord,  'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"

Truth: God's got this under control.

Truth is a vast cavern of untapped power pressing outward, itching to be used in a fight.  It is a gun with endless ammunition, a sword that never dulls, a phaser that never malfunctions.

Truth will be my battle cry.  In the midst of a fight, surrounded by bullets and blades, I will cling to Jesus and scream the truth he whispers in my ear.

Truth: "But thanks be to God!  He gives us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." (Psalms 15:57)

The battle is already won.

We are victorious.