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Battleground

Faithful to the End

Part 4 

 By Caleb Tam













Imagine you are on a battlefield.  Imagine are in the midst of the deadliest war ever fought, which is at its climax right now.  But in this battle, there are no neutrals.  Everyone must choose a side.  Imagine you and I are independent neutral powers.  Before us is the decision we must make, deciding which side we will support.  However, we already know which side will win.  

The winning power offers to give all of its supporters palaces, longevity, wealth, and happiness after the war is won.  Their courageous leader was the wealthiest man on the planet, but he valiantly gave his life in the heat of the battle.  Now all of his stores of unlimited treasures will be given for free to those that will choose his side.  All that is required of them is that they fight for the short remainder of the battle.

Let's look at what the other side offers if you decide to join them.  You don't have to fight, you can do anything you want for the remainder of the battle, but as soon as they loose, which everyone knows for sure will happen, you will be mercilessly slaughtered.  Which side would you choose?

This is not an allegory.  You and I are in that very situation, and each of us must decide without delay.  We know which is the winning side, but which side are we fighting for?  To whom do we pledge allegiance?  There is no middle ground.  Choose you this day whom ye will serve.  I pray each and every one of us will decide to make a stand for the winning and victorious side, and let us gird on the armor given us by the captain.  Let us join the faithful few who will have "fought the good fight, finished the race, and kept the faith."  

Jesus is coming soon.


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