TO: Commander and Chief Spiritual
Armed Forces, Jesus Christ I am writing this to You to request a
transfer to a desk job. I herewith present my reasons: 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. Your Faithful, but
tired, 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."
Dear Lord,
I began my career as a private, 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 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. I feel so alone. I'm
tired. I'm discouraged. 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.
Warrior.
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To:
Faithful, but tired, Soldier, Spiritual Armed Forces
Location: The
Battlefield
SUBJECT: Transfer
Dear Soldier:
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&R" -- Renewal and Rekindling.
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 and 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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