"Once a man or woman or child takes up the sword, worship takes on its rightful shape. Never again will this person be content to sing a song and call it worship. When a man realizes that his sword is real and that he has been taken into His service, he will never again want to speak flippantly to the Lord, to satan and his demons, or to people. He who gave the tasks is watching. So are the heavenly hosts. So are the saints who have entered Heaven. So are the evil spirits who now have to rethink their strategies. Before a man understands his weapons, he imagines what it would be like to carry authority; he pretends he knows the deep things of God; he hides his ignorance with clever theories and words. But once he gets that sword and he feels the weight of it in his hand and realizes he has found favor with God-he plays no more, he pretends no more, he hides no more. he receives his orders, he puts on his armor, and he goes to war. When he worships, he worships as a soldier. He glorifies his commander, rejoices in the ultimate victory, and keeps his ears open for a word, for direction, for the next mission. Worship without warfare, by contrast, can become diluted to self-centered sessions of having our needs met and polishing of our swords just to put them back in their sheaths unused.”
So I sing this song for an audience of One. Search my heart and find it after yours. Let my life bless you Lord. What love is meant to be is now found in me as my heart touches yours. With all I am I’ll let my heart do what words can’t. I want you more than anything…
No more pretending. No more playing. No more leading people to a place we’re not going. No more settling.