why we fight
Perhaps you've seen the "Band of Brothers" series
about Easy company during WWII. One of the episodes is titled, "Why
we Fight," and in it our heroes come upon and liberate one of the
Nazis' concentration camps. After the brutal physical, emotional, and
spiritual tribulations the soldiers have been through, there is
finally a sense of reason and purpose behind all of that fighting. It
becomes clear that it was worth such sacrifice to resist those who
would choose to treat individuals as Hitler and his cohorts treated
the Jews.
And perhaps you've also seen (or read) "The Lion, the
Witch, and the Wardrobe." In the climactic battle towards the end, the
forces of good clash with the forces of evil (real original, right?) but
despite that being an age old plot component, I found myself really
touched, and blinking back tears. Why? Because I want to fight.
I want to fight for something that I'm so sure is the
right thing to fight for that consequences don't matter. To be able to
say, "It doesn't matter whether I die or suffer miserably as a result,
because what I'm about to do is the absolute right thing to do, and that's
what makes my decision, not what happens to me." In Narnia, this seems so
clear; if you want to fight for what's right and good, you fight for
Aslan. Even though he represents Jesus Christ, in the real world, it
doesn't seem as clear. I'm here to fight in Christ's army but I earnestly
want to have the conviction and boldness that Aslan instills in his
warriors (and even in me!). It's just so easy to get caught up in
consequences.
Maybe I'll just start picking fights from now on.
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