A while back, I was chatting with a fairly well-known conservative personality. He was lamenting how he “had” to be in the fight. As he talked about all the other things he thought he would “rather” be doing than be engaged in the cause of liberty, my thoughts turned to a bunch of dry bones.
The prophet Ezekiel was told by God of Israel’s rebirth. In the Old Testament book of Ezekiel, that prophecy is followed up by a vision. In it, Ezekiel was taken to a valley full of bones. At God’s insistence, Ezekiel spoke words over the bones, and they began to regather into men, taking on muscle and skin until, eventually, the valley was filled with a mighty army.
There are numerous interpretations of that section of
Scripture, which are a lot more theologically heady than what I’ll offer here.
My take on that passage, and applying it to my own life, is echoed in Matthew 3 with the words of John the Baptist. There, we find John warning people about the arrogance of their lineage. “God is able from these stones to raise up children for Abraham.”
In other words, I might not be as necessary as I may like to presume!
With that in mind, I find great joy in being allowed to do what I do every day. I meet men and women who joyfully volunteer their time and fortunes in the fight for liberty in our Republic.
They are the rule, not the exception.
But some people—like the fellow mentioned above—like to grumble. They want to be seen as reluctantly recruited into the fight because of some uniquely exulted quality they alone want others to believe themselves to possess. They seem to suggest that were it not for being conscripted, they wouldn’t otherwise care about the issues confronting us—much less be involved.
Being that full of oneself must be exhausting!
If we are honest, very few of us are actually up to the task of saving the Republic.
There is little doubt that what we do could be done more efficiently and effectively by a stone turned into a son or a heap of dry bones given new life. I don’t know about you, but I’m just excited to be on
the team.
Whether I make a big play or sit on the sidelines, I think it is cool that I get to wear the same jersey as a long lineage of patriots engaged in one of the most consequential fights in human history.
Rather than grumble about our tasks and responsibilities, we should greet each new twist and turn in the journey as a joyful reminder that we get to be in the fight.