DayBreaks for 9/14/17: The Voice on the Battlefield
NOTE: Sorry for the missing DayBreaks yesterday. We just got our power back Wednesday morning and the internet Wednesday night!
From the DayBreaks archive, 9/2007:
It isn’t by accident that the Bible often uses terminology relating war to human life. It’s a battle all the way, no matter who you are or where you live. For some, each day is literally a battle for life and death – for food, water, running from roving bands armed with machine guns. For others (and most Americans), it’s a different kind of battle, but it’s still a battle. We struggle with boredom, depression, busyness, with too many choices and perhaps too much opportunity. Living in luxury has it’s own perils.
But by God’s good grace, one thing remains constant: whether we live and die in an African desert or in an American home or hospital, there is someone who is seeking us out:
“A famous military officer used to tell a story of an aged Quaker named Hartmann, whose son had enlisted in the army. There came the news of a dreadful battle, and this old father, in fear and trembling, started to the scene of conflict that he might learn something concerning his boy. The officer of the day told him that he had not answered to his name, and that there was every reason to believe that he was dead. This did not satisfy the father, so, leaving headquarters, he started across the battlefield, looking for the one who was dearer to him than life. He would stoop down and turn over the face of this one and then the face of another, but without success. The night came on, and then with a lantern he continued his search, all to no purpose. Suddenly the wind, which was blowing a gale, extinguished his lantern, and he stood there in the darkness hardly knowing what to do until his father’s ingenuity, strength and affection prompted him to call out his son’s name, and so he stood and shouted, “John Hartmann, your father calls you.” All about him he would hear the groans of the dying and someone saying: “Oh, if that were only my father.” He continued his cry with more pathos and power until at last in the distance he heard his boy’s voice crying tremblingly, “Here, father.” The old man made his way across the field shouting out, “Thank God! Thank God!” Taking him in his arms, he carried him to headquarters, nursed him back to health and strength, and he went on to live a long life.” – J. Wilbur Chapman
We live on a battlefield, and the fallen are all around us. Some of them may be your own children, your husband or wife, perhaps you yourself have fallen and lay on the battlefield, marred and disfigured – in desperate need of recovery. Upon the battlefield that is this world, this life, on this day walks Jesus Christ, the Son of God, crying out to all who are wrecked by this awful, twisted world, “Your Father is calling you!” He listens for the slightest response to his plea, eager to scoop us up in his arms and carry us into heaven.
Perhaps you have never trusted in Christ, but have been thinking of doing so. Let me ask: what other alternative do you have that could be better? Answer his call before he moves on. Perhaps you are a believer, but have fallen by the wayside, disregarding the Word and the claim of God upon your life – choosing to go your own way instead of his. Answer his call before you bleed to death. Time is of the essence.
PRAYER: We praise you that you come to search out our broken lives in the middle of this world, Lord. Thank you that you have made the journey from heaven to earth to find us. Give us ears to hear your voice and hearts willing to respond! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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