My Command in Such a Time as This
My time is now.
I serve a Risen Master.
He calls me to an unseen fight.
Darkness cannot hide His light.
My mission field in the here and now is everywhere I set my feet —
The slow line at the supermarket,
The playroom littered with Lego hazards,
The desk holding a school report,
The crying baby in the church pew.
My go may be a stay.
My conquest may be the fires of hell at the five and dime.
My church perfume may be the brimstone of a worldly bar gig.
My martyrdom may be the troll on my blog.
Until He returns in glory with the angel hosts, He commands me —
To love Him and others,
To be His Hands and Feet,
To serve instead of being served,
To pour out my life as a fragrant offering at the Cross.