Ok… Pep Talk Time.

Tam, Breda, and Bridig have all admitted to various forms of blue funk recently.  I must admit… I am in one as well.  You can’t move two feet in any one direction without hitting something that makes you just want to scream at its stupidity, injustice, or both.

We are pinned down by enemy fire.  Some of us DEEP behind enemy lines.  They have the air superiority, the artillery on the hills, and the key strategic positions from which to launch assault after assault after assault on us daily.  They know the only way they can win is to demoralize us and cut us off from our comrades.  To make us think we are the lone outpost of sanity in the world.  To make us lose heart.  We need to have courage. 

Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. “He that will lose his life, the same shall save it,” is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers. It might be printed in an Alpine guide or a drill book. This paradox is the whole principle of courage; even of quite earthly or quite brutal courage. A man cut off by the sea may save his life if he will risk it on the precipice.   

He can only get away from death by continually stepping within an inch of it. A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out,  needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness  about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine.  
                                                     G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

I love the final parts of that quote, “…he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine.”  I get Cat 5 Chills every time I read it.  It makes me ready to do battle on all fronts… at once… with only a sharp stick and a blood-curdling yell. 

But like Bridid reminds us, we need some time away from the front as well.  You can’t keep getting shot at all day and not get… blue.  This is the time to remember friends and family.  Nature and skylines.  Great works of art and tiny miracles of life.  But most of all; that there’s more to life than life itself. 

The manner in which we conduct our lives… the courage that we show in the face of evil is what matters.  Not what the current score on the board is.  Because truth be told, we are always losing.  Truth is always under assault.  It has been since the first lie dominated Man’s heart with a lust for power.  But as long as “we few, we happy few,” hang in and fight for what is just, we can never loose in the end.  Even if the only earthly evidence of our bravery is a few words uttered to a friend in need… Call it History, call it something transcendent, or call it God; whatever “IT” is, it sees those words and marks us as worthy.  Not because we fought and won, but because we fought at all.

So when the enemy’s lies have covered your soul with darkness, take heart.  And take “5”.  Go kiss your loved ones.  Revel in that look of tenderness from your wife.  Make the guitar rock and the harmonica wail.  Immerse your soul in the things that really matter.  Not just the things worth fighting for, but the things worth living and dieing for.

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