"... and I will exalt Him the Lord is a man of war -- MAN OF WAR! [shouted] -- the Lord is His name..."
I look over and exchange smiling glances with the kid at my side as I scrub away at the pile of dishes. We sing and shout and smile... I love this song. It's the same one he wanted to sing while we were out plunging 8000 sweet potato plants into muddy holes left behind our waterwheel planter and I can't help but love him for it.
But that was days ago... and today as I weed those same 8000 plants it comes back to me. He is a man of war.
Yes, make no mistake, God is a man of war.
When I am unexpectedly called out in the crisp morning to put my hand to the hoe and nothing in my body says that I want to... He is a man of war. When I sit at the breakfast table completely overwhelmed by this life and feel like trying to find joy again is about as hopeless as visiting a million distant galaxies... He is a man of war. When three little kids are hooping and dancing around the porch with yellow bins hanging from their heads when we are supposed to be sorting potatoes... He is a man of war. And when two of those three kids are supposed to be heading home but I can't find them anywhere... and my hunt takes me from the barn to their fort by the creek to my sister's house and all the way back to the barn again with absolutely no sign.... only to see one of them down by the entrance of the property coming out of the creek where they had rambled off to... He is a man of war.
In moments like these I have to smile. He is so mighty, so omnipotent, so absolutely majestically powerful. When I am frustrated, overwhelmed, tired, He is ready to fight, protect, cleanse, and put a smile back on my face. He is a man of war and I was reminded recently that war is dangerous. I can't help but think that it is that much more dangerous when the very one you are offering your service to and to whom you have guaranteed the victory, has the complete freedom to turn, betray, and stab you right back....
that's a different kind of war....
I've been the traitor too many times... But He keeps offering ten thousand legions of angels and the same power that breathed into existence a million distant galaxies to the very ones who turn around and smite Him in the face.
That has to sting... but this is war... and that's how love fights.