For so long, I’ve told guys to grow up and be men. To take up the sword of truth and the armor of faith, no matter how rusted and dented they may be. I’ve spoken about how the Christian faith calls each of us to be barbarians, both lover and warrior as one. But in the last several months, I’ve been learning what it means to fight for something.
There is a great quote that goes something like this: “Anybody can die for a cause, but it takes a man to live for what they love.”
We live in a society that frowns at young boys who want to slay dragons and young girls who are waiting on their knight in shining armor to save them. We tell them that dragons can no longer be killed, that it is safer to live in fear than face what will haunt them the rest of their lives. We tell them to settle on what is good enough and live in the relative safety of our fears.
Our society has told us that there are no more fighters or warriors, except for the brave men who are willing to go to war. We live in a world that tells us that we are perfectly fine where we are and will never grow into the greatness that we saw during our childhood games, where we took up swords against creatures of darkness. We are told that all the heroes are dead and gone, something of the past.
There are still knights and fair maidens out there. I’ve seen them fighting against great odds and joining together in communities across the nation. They have not lost hope, though they have learned to fight for one another, to live as one spirit.
I have seen those who live out their faith like barbarians. These people who have learned to be lovers and warriors of their faith. They are willing to fight for one another and love each other unconditionally. They wield their faith every day and live in the glory of battle, constantly fighting a fight that few are willing to see.
I’ve learned that no matter how hard you fight, if you are alone or do not have someone to fight for, then you will drown under the weight of our own fears. If there is no love, then the fighter has nothing to fight for. And what is love if it is not there to fight for. It’s a constant circle and balance that each warrior faces.
I admit, I do not make a good knight. My armor is bent, broken and covered in rust and my sword is stained, dented and no longer shines as it used to, but I have found something to fight for, to love with every fiber of my being.
The faith that I live has called me to be a warrior, a barbarian and a knight. And I am still learning how to fight for the one that I love.
God Bless and PEACE