But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession…” [2 Corinthians 2:14]

I was inspired as I listened to the military band play and watched hundreds of young men emerge from the edge of the forest.  As they marched onto the field their cadence created a wave of movement, so precise, they marched as ‘one man’.  No head ‘bobbed’ and the momentum was as the flowing of a river.  Later we heard the stories of discipline that carved such an alignment.  Trained to survive the most grueling exercises they had learned that strength of the individual came from within, strength of the team came from submission to authority and the need for each other.

Having reached the point of formation in front of the stands the music ended.   Unexpectedly the sounds of war exploded, tearing into the atmosphere and breaking the peace of this beautiful September morn.  From beyond the tree line all kinds of explosive weapons could be heard.  Smoke billowed, filling the scene and clouding the vision.   Suddenly piercing the environment the cries of a baby were heard from the grandstand.

I was strangely stirred as my subconscious mind traveled back to a time where memories are unknowingly caught and I sensed another time when bombs dropped and ignited all around us and babies cried.

Shaken by the memory my mind returned to the graduation scene before me, I was sobered and thought; they don’t have a clue.  War is real, bloody, terrifying.  The sound of bombs do not block out the cries of little children scurrying to find safe shelter.

We the children of God are at war.  The battle is the Lord’s, He is the Commander-in-Chief and He is calling all troops to surrender, stand ready for the final harvest!

Only the platoon that is disciplined through surrender; serving in unity and ready for action, will have the privilege and power of walking behind the One who is the Victory.  The One who always leads us in triumph!

Further Reading:  Psalm 150; Colossians 3:2; Romans 12:1-2; Ephesians 6:10-18