Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be the last knight standing? Brave and bold, he stands at the end of the battle reciting Psalm 91:5-6 to himself. “You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the plagues that destroy at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.”
Seemingly with no fear, my brave knight overcomes that terror of night, swats away the arrow that flies by day. The battle rages and ten thousand fall at his right hand.
The enemy redoubles his effort, outflanks him, surrounds him, and then runs at his side, even as the bulls of Bashan. Yet my knight does not cower from the onslaught. My knight makes his gallant stand.
In their hands, they demand to know his name. Yes, I am He Whom you seek after. With just His spoken word, they all fall down, slain in the Spirit.
They lead Him away to judgment. Not guilty, not guilty, yet in spite of the verdict, the enemy whips the crowd into a blood thirsty frenzy, like a pack of wolves on the scent. A coward steps forward, hands Him over, and washes his hands of the lynching about to take place.
Yet, what does my knight do? He stands silent, brave, and silent.
The enemy seemingly has overcome, conquered my knight, my hero. I turn, I cannot watch.
The darkness overcomes the light. The brave has lost to the coward. All seems to be lost.
Then, at the burst of sunrise, my knight rises up out of the grave. Victory over death is won by my knight’s resurrection! He is my hero!
My knight said He would rise from the dead…and He has!
If you don’t know Him….His name is Jesus!
All Glory to Him,
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