Sunday am 11:46, feeling burned out, tired and totally spent from the setbacks of this battle. Though they are not permanent or lasting, they do take a toll on a person. I recognized the attack by the adversary. An old one, I stated to my Lieutenant but an effective one nonetheless. As the morning progressed, I found myself in a position and wondering how in the world I got here. Even after being cautious! Nevertheless, I went to the Captain and He, being always in tune with His troops had already set before me the very thing I needed to encourage and strengthen me for another episode of 'VICTORY IN JESUS'.
Thanks my friend, for your delivery of the Captains memo. It has served its purpose in a time of need.
TO: Commander and Chief Spiritual Armed Forces, Jesus Christ
I am writing this to You to request a transfer to a desk job. I herewith present my reasons: I began my career as a private, because of the intensity of the battle You have quickly moved me up in the ranks. You have made me an officer and given me a tremendous amount of responsibility. There are many soldiers and recruits under my charge. I am constantly being called upon to dispense wisdom, make judgments, and find solutions to complex problems. You have placed me in a position to function as an officer, when in my heart I know I have only the skills of a private.
I realize that You have promised to supply all I would need for the battle. But Sir, I must present You a realistic picture of my equipment. My uniform, once so crisp and starched, is now stained with tears and blood of those I have tried to assist. The soles of my boots are cracked and worn from the miles I have walked trying to enlist and encourage the instructed troops. My weapons are marred, tarnished and chipped from constant battle against the enemy.
Even the Book of Regulations I was issued has been torn and tattered from endless use. The words are now smeared. You have promised You would be with me throughout, but when the noise of the battle is so loud and the confusion is so great, I can neither see nor hear You. I feel so alone. I'm tired. I'm discouraged. I have Battle Fatigue. I would never ask You for a discharge. I love being in Your service. But I humbly request a demotion and transfer. I'll file papers or clean latrines.
Just get me out of the battle--please, Sir.
Your Faithful, but tired,
To: Faithful but tired, Soldier, Spiritual Armed Forces
Location: The Battlefield
Your request for transfer has been denied. I herewith present My reasons:
You are needed in this battle. I have selected you, and I will keep My Word to supply your need. You do not need a demotion and transfer. (You'd never cut it on latrine duty.) You need a period of "R&R" --Renewal and Rekindling. I am setting aside a place on the battlefield that is insulated from all sound and fully protected from the enemy.
I will meet you there and I will give you rest. I will remove your old equipment and "make all things new."
You have been wounded in the battle, My soldier. Your wounds are not visible, but you have received grave internal injuries. You need to be healed. I will heal you. You have been weakened in the battle. You need to be strengthened. I will strengthen you and be your strength. I will instill in you confidence and ability. My Words will rekindle within you and renewed love, zeal and enthusiasm.
Report to Me tattered and empty. I will refill you.