My man’s Uncle Art gave us a ‘treasure’ from his house the very last time we were in Michigan. He had taken me around the house, showing me things, telling me to pick something out. After pointing out a few items, and being told nope that belongs to so-and-so, I finally said “I’ll tell you what, Uncle Art, why don’t you pick for me, it will be more meaningful that way.” He walked off and five minutes later, came back and handed me the figurine of an Indidan war horse. In his travels, after Aunt Rita passed away, he had found this ‘treasure’ in Arizona. It didn’t fit with any of the other house decor and to this day, I don’t know where he had it stashed! So following in his footsteps, I didn’t put it out anywhere either. That was until this last move to Tennessee. I used it as a book end on the half filled bookshelf opposite my desk. Perfect!

A few days later, as I was at my desk, I glanced up and my eyes fell on the war horse. As I looked a it this thought flitted through my mind “Is that who you see me as, Lord? A war horse? Is that why I felt the urging to rejoin that online prayer group?” As I sat still, I began thinking about a movie that is actually called “War Horse” and one scene in particular.

A division of English soldiers have been in the thick of battle facing a German division. In a lull in the fighting, a horse who has lost his rider, wander’s into the space between the two division’s – no man’s land – and becomes entangled in the barbed wire. A German soldier walk’s out to retrieve the horse, as an English soldier recognize’s the horse. It was his! Before he had enlisted, the soldier’s father had sold his horse against his wishes to the army war effort. Not to be without his horse, he too enlisted in the war effort. And on a battlefield in France they were reunited. As the two men walked toward the horse, one to steal it away, the other reclaim what was his. The Englishman spoke and the horse responded. In spite of all the sounds of battle and a thousand other voices, the horse knew the sound of his master’s voice. War Horse. A spiritual position? As I ‘war’ on behalf of those that come into my life, in my place of serving.

Could I find others that I could join ranks with, as they “rescue those being led away to death, hold back those stumbling to slaughter” (Proverbs 24:11). I knew I needed to find a man that I only knew by his first name! In the second church service of 800-1000 people, that shouldnt be a problem, right!? This man had prayed for my man and I as I shared that I had been told my dad, in Australia, was fading from this life. I had only seen this man once since that time. We were leaving a service, and I was able to let him know my dad made it home to be with Jesus.

Here it was, three months later as my man and I were preparing to leave on a week long trip to Mississippi, that I knew I needed to find him and guess what? There he was! Sitting right inside the entry door, we ‘happened’ to walk through! Long story short ….. after a pleasant greeting from Larry (no longer ‘that man that prayed’) I asked him if he was on a prayer team. He responded, a little guardedly, with yes I am, then added, the church’s intercessors team. With a few more back and forth questions and some conversation, he asked me for my contact info to pass on to the team leaders, to set up a meeting for me to join the team!

What an honor it is to be part of this team, that goes to battle on behalf of others.

Standing in the gap (1 Timothy 2:1-4).

Listening to the sound of their Master’s voice (John 10:27).

War horses all. (Psalm18:32-34)