It Takes a Warrior: Part 1

I wonder when I am going to wake up and realize that this truly is a war. It is so easy to laugh about it, to joke and minimize what is happening in my community and in my country.  In the past, it has been easy to believe that the cost in human life and property was only a short-term aberration in culture; an aberration that would eventually be stopped and that sanity would return.  It is now painfully apparent to me that these impressions about self-correction are just wrong.

Truth be known, the problem is with me.  It has been easy for me to compromise and drift with the flow of the culture.  Sure, I can recognize the things that are overtly bad for me, and for the most part, I do a pretty good job of avoiding those things.  It’s the small things that seem the hardest to manage and avoid.  You know what I’m talking about: the movies that depict bleak, depressing, violent individuals who live only for themselves and the moment.  The media fills our hearts and minds with these stories and creates a desire in my spirit to be like those I see on the big screen.  Filling my eyes and mind with hour upon hour of horrifying images from Hell, followed by me telling myself smugly that “it’s just entertainment.”  I can look over at my collection of DVDs and readily spot ten or twelve that I know should not be in my house, but there they are, waiting to inflict more damage on me or my family.  Although I have tried to curb my taste for TV, I know that images reach my consciousness on a daily basis through that medium that would shock and appall my forebears.  Those ancestors, I believe, would see those movies and understand readily why I struggle with despair and depression.  But, it’s just entertainment; I know it’s not real.  I’m an adult, aren’t I?  When am I going to wake up?

Wars have casualties, don’t they?  The choices that I have made, and my fellow citizens have made, have cost the lives of over fifty million unborn children since 1972.  Over 90 percent of those abortions were for done for the sake of convenience, not for medical reasons.  The streets of our cities are littered with the broken bodies of our children, sold into slavery to sex and drugs.  I don’t need to read about it; I just need to get in my car and go downtown to see the damage.  Many of our once-proud cities have become burned-over warzones, where precious souls have fought and lost, while I entertained myself and laughed about the problems.

The casualties have not just stayed out of my personal life and house.  Most of us have close family members who have succumbed to alcohol or drugs, or are living in immoral relationships that we know are just not right.  I have relatives who have been murdered and raped, suffered mental illness and cronic depression, and many who are taking piles of drugs on a daily basis to keep their head on straight.  This is not just personal, anecdotal observation.  If I look a the statistics I see that my family is like most in America today.  These combat tragedies are real and I live with them on a daily basis.

The real tragedy in this war is that many, if not most, of the wounds have been self-inflicted.  It would be nice if we could just claim that we have been victims of a system over which we have absolutely no control  This is a lie.  Most of the damage came from my choices, and the choices of those I love.  We chose, for the sake of comfort or pleasure, to follow the herd into a world that disdains truth and morality; into a world that lives by the principle of “if it feels good, do it.”  Now most of us did not throw our lives away and go and live in the street, but we did allow the enemy a foothold in our homes because we were just not courageous enough to stand up to ourselves and the culture of pleasure and say “no.”

It is past time, therefore, to take stock of our lives and determine where we will go from here.  There can be little doubt that a war is raging around us and that the casualties are frightful.  There may still be time, judging by history, for some of us to begin to become the warriors we need to be and change the situation in our own lives and homes.  That’s right.  I don’t believe that God can heal this nation until we begin to turn around our own personal lives.  This is going to be hard.  Training to be a warrior and win the war has always been that way.  The question is, are we willing to pay the price to win?

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Published in: on 20 July 2012 at 11:21 am  Comments (2)