From the Fire to the Father

Life is a battlefield.

Not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers of darkness, the unseen powers clawing at souls (Ephesians 6:12). Every day, when we rise, we march onto the frontlines. Not just for ourselves, but for the ones entrusted to us: our families, our students, our communities.

Paul charged Timothy, “Endure hardship as a good soldier of Christ Jesus” (2 Timothy 2:3). A soldier does not live casually. He wakes with mission in his bones, discipline in his steps, and loyalty carved into his spirit. We, too, have declared our mission: souls.

This war is not clean. It is fought in blood and spirit, in prayers that tear through darkness, in cries for mercy that echo louder than the enemy’s accusations. Jude says, “Save others by snatching them from the fire” (Jude 1:23). That is no soft picture, instead, it is a hand burned as it pulls another from the flames.

Our weapons are not forged by men. We fight with prayer that storms heaven and shakes hell. We wield the Word like a blade that cuts through every lie. We stand clothed in love, because love disarms hate, and it breaks chains no sword can sever. And we overcome with testimony, because the blood of the Lamb and the witness of our lives makes the enemy tremble (Revelation 12:11).

So we ask ourselves: whose name is etched on our armor? Who are we dragging from the battlefield in prayer, refusing to leave behind for the enemy’s feast?

The war is real. The blood is real. The scars are real. But so is the victory. For every soldier who endures, there waits the embrace of the Father. Our refuge, our banner, our final rest.

Stay battle ready. Every day. Until the trumpet sounds.