"Would you mind carrying my food tray?” a young soldier with only one leg asked me.
This happened several years ago when we were in the cafeteria at Walter Reed Military Hospital.
It was sobering to see so many young men crippled and disfigured.
I’m not sure how I feel about the war in Iraq; but I’m challenged by men and women who believe in something enough to fight for it, especially when they’ll carry the scars of battle the rest of their lives.
What sacrifices am I willing to make for my beliefs? What price am I willing to pay for the One who paid the ultimate price for me?
I doubt I’ll ever suffer physical injury for Christ, but will I willingly make easier sacrifices?
“Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No one serving as a soldier gets involved in civilian affairs—he wants to please his commanding officer.” 2 Tim. 2:3,4
Help us be good soldiers, Lord!
copyright Gail Burton Purath, 2011