Hebrews 4:12

THE HOLY FLAMING CLAYMORE

Our high school was one with a little over a 100 in the gradating class, the district smaller still with every other knowing of another in a different school. Some of us were either on our way to accomplishing our hopes and dreams, some of us wished to know what to dream for, and some of us only pondered the thought. Analyzing all of us at the end of that day I wondered which path to take, which road to go or if I would even need "roads" at all, I was over taken by the anxieties of uncertainty, the "what if's".


That week of graduating, of saying our final good-byes as budding teenagers, made me re-evaluate my morals, standards, and values. I fell into a state of fear and confusion. I knew where I didn't want to go but had no idea of what to do or how to avoid going down a stray path. I didn't want to wander the Earth not knowing what it is I am supposed to do as many of done already. I wasn't searching for a purpose in life, I was looking for something far greater than a title to add to my name.

Up to that point I hadn't given my faith, or my faith in God, a chance to flourish to the extent it is right now. I kept it in a box allowing it a space no bigger than a mustard seed. Knowing that everlasting citadels and powerful civilizations are not built in day, in our time, I decided it was time to let God, let Christ, guide me to where He needed me to be.

He revealed to me what I needed to see and told me what I needed to hear. Some of it I wish I didn't know; some of it I didn't want. But it's hard to argue with the One Who Weaved Your Atoms Into Form.

He taught me everything I needed to know, honed my edge and sharpened the blade; blessing it with gifts and talents that I knew nothing of at the time. And then He taught me about time. He told me to wait.

God's timing is a strange and wonderful one. It is often said that He works in mysterious ways, but people forget that once He's done orchestrating, everything makes perfect sense. It is important to note that during this time of waiting, be it for your own victory or defeat, you should not let your blade go dull or your fire go dim.

While I waited I put my holy flaming claymore away. That was three years ago.

It would not be the same to say that I let it dull or dim, but to say that I forgot how to use it would be more proper.

In light of recent events both physical and spiritual, be them the terrors of life or the scrys found in dreams and nightmares, I have found it appropriate to pick up the blade again. Not to use it because it is not yet time, but to remember the power invested in me through Christ and be at the ready for when the time comes to do what God has called me to do.

Regardless of whether or not you are ready God is going to fulfill everything He has promised. For victory or defeat, do not let your blade go dull and your fire go dim.