Being a Common Soldier


All in David's army attained not to be equal with his few worthies in prowess and honor, and yet did not cashier themselves: thou hast reason to be thankful for the meanest place in the army of saints, the least communications of gospel mercy and grace must not be overlooked.
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The quote above resonated with me as I was plodding through William Gurnall’s Christian in Complete Armour. I have written before about being content with the role God has given you, of giving up notions of "greatness" in exchange for a life of faithfulness, of losing your own ambitions for the cause of the glory of God. These ideas are relevant to the season I am in now. I am learning godliness with contentment in the days of small things.

What Gurnall means is there were many in David’s army did not make the top tier of his "Mighty Men." For every name etched in timeless Scripture there were hundreds in the common rank and file who also fought and bled. Yet we do not know who they were or what individual feats they accomplished. Did these unnamed warriors throw down their weapons, moping as they went home because they were not considered elite? Did they hang their heads in self-pity because their individual deeds were not recounted for every generation to glory in? No! They too were privileged to march and bleed with the Lord’s Anointed. They too killed Philistines.

We tend to magnify the great Christians. I myself love to read "the greats": the loftiest preachers, the most devout missionaries, the most zealous reformers who have gone before us. There is substantive value in placing heroes before you as models to emulate. The Apostle Paul told the Philippians to join in imitating him. The argument of Hebrews 12 is that because we are surrounded by so "great a cloud of witnesses" let us run the race with endurance. Another words, because these great men of faith went before us, because we carry the torch they gave us, let us also run as they did.

When we compare and contrast our lives to the great men and women of the past it is natural to wonder: "why is my faith so small when compared to theirs? Why does my own zeal for God so often fall short? Why can’t I love my Savior like he did?" I believe these are worthy questions. We should push ourselves; we should press on for the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. We should earnestly desire the greatest gifts, never growing contented with our current level of spiritual maturity. Our call is to holiness and I can assure you we are not there yet.

But in our admiration of the heroes of the faith and our desire for the qualities they possessed, we should not minimize the more common evidences of our Lord’s grace unto us. It is no small thing to be brought from death to life, to be transferred from the kingdom of darkness into His marvelous light. That alone is a miracle we should never tire of celebrating. As Gurnall also writes: "There is a greater gulf between no grace and grace, than between weak grace and strong, between a chaos and nothing, than between a chaos and this beautiful frame of heaven and earth. The first day’s work of both creations is the greatest."

Nor should we minimize victory over sin, faithfulness to one’s spouse, the bringing up children in the Lord, a good testimony in the workplace, the anonymous service in a local church. Just because we are not preaching the gospel to thousands or making a marked difference in the world, does not mean an encouraging word to another should be scorned. These "common" achievements are increasingly uncommon in our own day, and are further reasons to heap praise and thanksgiving to our God. We may not be the Mighty Men of renown, but we still belong to the service of our King—and that is no small thing.

When we fail to reach the levels that we strive after, when our disciplines do not match our aims--we do not need to wallow in our insufficiencies and failures. We do not need to "cashier our weapons" in a toddlers fit and give up the whole thing. We would do well to recall all that the Lord has done for us. How far he has already brought us. We may not yet be what we will one day be; but we are no longer what we were. And that is something to celebrate.
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Though thou art not of that strength in grace to run with the foremost and hold pace with the tallest of thy brethren, yet thou art thankful that thou hast any strength at all, though it be but to cry after them whom thou seest outstrip thee in grace, this is worth thy thanks.

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