(Finally finished this thought from our trip to Gettysburg last April 2, 2018)
Walking through the grounds of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, on a cold day in April, I read inscriptions on monuments about blood-puddled ground, rocks slippery with blood, and bodies of men and horses everywhere, dead or wounded. Like at Little Round Top, where about 330 men were told “to hold at all hazards”–and they did, even after they ran out of bullets; and the 1st Minnesota, 262 men, fighting until only 47 remained when help arrived; and of course, Pickett’s regiment was wiped out. I cried often, walking among all the graves.
Beyond this very real history, though, I kept thinking that this horrible battle was nothing compared to Satan’s forces against me and you, right now. He uses all the canons (government, wars, invaders); snipers from the hills and trees (luxuries, hobbies, laziness), and the screaming hordes with all their rifles and bayonets (TV, News, work, school, tragedies, health). I sometimes see the fallen around me among spiritual blood and gore, splattered everywhere, and think…do I run? General Jesus says, “No, stand firm and defend your soul and your right to go to Heaven at all hazards!” I sigh. This is where real bravery, commitment, and trust come into play.