I remember the day I gave my heart to the Lord, sitting by myself on a Sunday morning in an Italian laundromat. In the years that followed, the casual observer might not have noticed that I put on a "Christian Soldier" uniform. At least, that's how I saw it. I had signed up as a "lifer" and my duty was to serve God. Over time, I became aware that the uniform was more like armor, designed to protect me.
I've been on "active duty" for a very, very long time, and I don't like the thought of one day transferring to the Reserves. But I know that I'll still have much to contribute. Being a prayer warrior is like being in special forces. The enemy knows you're there, but can't see you.
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