Running to Battle

The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully,
but are her feathers and plumage like the stork’s?
She abandons her eggs on the ground
and lets them be warmed in the sand.
She forgets that a foot may crush them
or that some wild animal may trample them.
She treats her young harshly, as if they were not her own,
with no fear that her labor may have been in vain.
For God has deprived her of wisdom;
He has not endowed her with understanding.
When she proudly spreads her wings,
she laughs at the horse and its rider.

Do you give strength to the horse?
Do you adorn his neck with a mane?
Do you make him leap like a locust?
His proud snorting fills one with terror.
He paws in the valley and rejoices in his strength;
He charges into battle.
He laughs at fear, since he is afraid of nothing;
he does not run from the sword.
A quiver rattles at his side,
along with a flashing spear and a lance.
He charges ahead with trembling rage;
he cannot stand still at the trumpet’s sound.
When the trumpet blasts, he snorts defiantly.
He smells the battle from a distance;
he hears the officers’ shouts and the battle cry.
(Job 39:13-25 HCSB ©®)

Warriors who follow Yahweh Sabaoth run to the sound of battle. They discern on the way whether they belong in it or not. Many times fire trucks turn around when they are instructed that they are not needed by the first team to arrive at a fire. They left the firehouse, though, because there was a fire.

Many believers who have been casually expecting schools to raise their children and politicians to run their nation and entertainers to teach their children values will be awakened from their drowsy dreams in the days ahead to realize that they have abandoned every treasure to perverts and criminals.

Pray for them to take up the battle with the Commander of the Hosts of Heaven, and to rise up in victory against His enemies. Pray for them to learn their identities and their purposes, and their courage.