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From the
Battlefield...
Dear Commander and
Chief of Spiritual Armed Forces:
I am writing to request a transfer to a
desk job. I herewith present my reasons:
I began my career as a private, but
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, Sir. I feel so alone. I am
so tired! I'm discouraged and 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 Soldier.
Dear Faithful but Tired Soldier on
theBattlefield:
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 and 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 a renewed love, zeal and enthusiasm.
Report to Me tattered and empty. I will
refill you.
Compassionately,
Your Commander-in-Chief,
Jesus Christ
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