The Secret Army
But since we belong to the day, let us be sober, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet. For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Thessalonians 5:8-9
There exists a secret army.
They live quietly without drawing attention to themselves.
Sometimes in prayer closets, sometimes blended into a crowd.
They may be sitting at a kitchen table with a neighbor, or walking down a street.
Prayer warriors… silently asking that Your will be done.
Some pray alone, others hold a hand or two.
Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, grandparents and neighbors.
These are Your people. Your secret army.
The world does not recognize these soldiers.
They live without fame or special honors, but this is not their goal.
Most overlook them, but You see them, God.
They do not draw attention to themselves because their hearts are set apart for You.
In days of plenty, they lift praises to You.
In perilous times, though, their faith grows like a Lenten rose in the snow.
Persecution is but a catalyst for prayers that fly to the heavens
And usher in Your mighty hand.
The world pushes hard against Your people, yet Your people prevail!
Hard-pressed but not crushed—perplexed but not in despair,
Prayers rising to Your throne—even now!
Your church is around us, every day. The gates of hell will never bring it down.
Sometimes I pass a person on the street, and the Spirit quickens,
A recognition of a brother or sister, one of the body of Christ,
A secret warrior.
God, would You bless every one?
Sometimes, Lord, we feel so alone.
Remind me then that we are not.
Old, young, married, single, man, woman… we are out there, praying for Your will to be done.