Ode to the Fallen Soldiers

How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!

The mighty warriors— fallen, fallen. And their arms of war broken to bits. These soldiers once fought and conquered kingdoms for their King. They charged and ran. They scaled enemy barricades. They were victors and nothing stopped them. They gathered trophies that they were going to lay at their master’s feet in exchange for the crown.

Each soldier did what he was told—so disciplined, so determined. They were led by the providential Cloud and taken miraculously through the Sea. They went through the waters, in a baptism like ours, as Jesus led them from enslaving death to salvation life. They all ate and drank identical food and drink, meals provided daily by God. They drank from the Rock, God’s fountain for them that stayed with them wherever they were. And the Rock was Christ.

They were advancing up the mountain to meet their master at the peak…

But then, they slipped…

They grew tired of manning their post—they slept and the enemy came and sowed tares among them and went his way. They grew rebellious and broke their ranks. At the toughest heat of battle, they turned back on God. They forgot that there was no armour for the back, so the enemy shot at them. They were at ease, they were unsuspecting and once the sniper got them in his vantage point, he zoomed in for the kill. They wanted to explore the world apart from God, to do things without waiting for ‘God said,’ but they didn’t know that man apart from God is an animal.

They still seemed strong anyway, and they acted as if they served God (retained a form of godliness) but they incubated sin. And when sin was grown, it birthed death which took away their salvation. The space the master once filled was now empty and sin bore the God-shaped hole in their heart.

But just experiencing God’s wonder and grace didn’t seem to mean much again—most of them were defeated by temptation during the hard times in the desert, and God was not pleased. And because they did not return to the foot of the cross, they were overthrown and strewn down along the ground in the wilderness.

They never made it home. Ode to the fallen soldiers!

Remember our history, friend, and be warned.

So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don’t fall! Don’t be so naive and self-confident. You’re not exempt. You could fall flat on your face as easily as anyone else. Forget about self-confidence; it’s useless. Cultivate God-confidence.

Instead, stay self-controlled and alert. The devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better than to catch you napping. Be well balanced (temperate, sober of mind), and cautious at all times; for that enemy of yours roams around like a lion roaring in fierce hunger, seeking someone to seize upon and devour.

You who are at ease, let the master break you asunder and shake you up from your comfort zone and let Him set you up for his mark for your good. If you fall to pieces in a crisis, there wasn’t much to you in the first place.

But you get fresh strength from waiting upon GOD in daily communion. His gives you liberty to spread your wings and soar like eagles. Only then will you run and not get tired, and walk and not lag behind.


Annotation: 2 Sam. 1:27, 1 Cor. 10:1-5, Matt. 13:25-26, 2 Tim. 3:5, Pro. 24:10, Job 16:12, 1 Cor. 10:12, 1 Pet. 5:8, Isa. 40:31.

It’s me,