The Fight

I've been intrigued by the concept of warfare in life these past few days, but rather than not posting anything about it for lack of time and a persistent sense of perfectionism, I thought I’d share this little piece of British literature that I love because it speaks of courage, passion, allegiance, valor. War for the Christian is an incredible concept—especially when you consider that the ultimate battle is already won and that victory is His! So, fellow Christian, fight for the King of Bethlehem and Calvary this Christmas!

This day is call’d the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors,
And say, “Tomorrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say, “These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words . . .
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. (Act IV, Scene III)