Two friends find each other unexpectedly walking the same old gravel road in their childhood neighborhood several years after they both moved away. They exchange pleasantly surprised greetings in the awkward fashion of men of their age.
After inquiries into each other's well-being and family, one speaks more genuinely, "This war is a terrible thing isn't it? I have spent many nights fasting and asking God what my response should be."
"Me too," his friend replies, happy in the unity of heart between he and his old friend. Then, shaking his head in wonder, "God asked me to enlist."
The other with wide eyes and a posture taken aback says, "God told me to abstain from violence."
"You'd better do it then," states his friend matter-of-factly.
"My friend, with all the due respect, how can God tell you war is good and tell me war is bad?" the other inquires, "One of us must have heard wrong."
His friend studied the edge of the gravel path as it dwindled into the horizon and then with a tilted head and the clarity that accompanies resolution he looked into his friend's searching eyes and said, "God did not tell me war was good. He just asked me to enlist."
Thursday, February 7, 2008
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