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! *Scriptures*: 2 Timothy 2:1-4, 2 Samuel 23:8-17, Luke 9:57-62
 
/"You then, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.
And the things you have heard me say in the presence of many witnesses entrust to reliable men who will also be qualified to teach others.
Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.
No one serving as a soldier gets involved in civilian affairs—he wants to please his commanding officer.
Similarly, if anyone competes as an athlete, he does not receive the victor’s crown unless he competes according to the rules.
The hardworking farmer should be the first to receive a share of the crops.
Reflect on what I am saying, for the Lord will give you insight into all this."
(2 Timothy 2:1-7, NIV) /
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Introduction:
 
Most of us have aspired to be soldiers at some point in our lives.
A good imagination is a wonderul thing.
Someone once asked me, "if you could be any person in the world, who would it be?"
To which I responded without hesitation, "my eleven-year-old son."
My boy's life is one where the less pleasant elements of reality rarely intrude.
His eyes unfocused, his mouth emitting sound effects, he drifts around in serene oblivion, almost never concerned about anything.
Last Saturday I interrupted his reverie and asked him to check to see if the mail had arrived.
He responded agreeably enough, though it took several reminders before he actually was out the door.
I went to the window to observe his progress.
He made a strong start, striding purposefully toward the mailbox at the end of our driveway.
Then something caught his eye and he stopped, frowning.
He bent over and picked it up:  a stick.
It fit into his hand like a Colt pistol, and he swiveled, eyeing the trees for enemies.
He spotted a couple and dove for cover, firing as he rolled.
Airplanes swooped down and he switched to ground-to-air mode, jubilating when the missiles hit their targets.
He spoke into his radio and did something to his forehead, probably putting on his night vision goggles.
I lost sight of him as he snaked around the corner of the house.
Half an hour later he tromped in, exuberant over his military victory.
I stopped him in the hallway.
"Did you get the mail?"
He stared at me blankly, and I wondered whether he even knew who I was.
"You were going out to get the mail," I reminded him.
His focus cleared.
"Oh, yeah."
"Did you get it?"
His expression indicated he wasn't sure.
"Why don't you try again," I suggested.
Back out the door.
I winced as he glanced at a tree branch, but he didn't appear tempted.
His eyes acquired radar lock on the mailbox, and I sighed
in relief.
Lying next to the mailbox was a football which had drifted there at the end of a neighborhood game a few weeks ago.
He scooped the ball up in his arms and swerved, dodging tackles.
Touchdown!
I put my hands on my hips and watched him toss the ball into the air, calling for a fair catch.
First down.
He took the ball, fading back, out of the pocket and in trouble.
I shook my head as I was treated to the spectacle of my son sacking himself for an eight-yard loss.
He jumped up and shook his finger, urging his blockers to stop the blitz.
They seemed to heed his admonitions on the next play he rolled left and threw right, a fantastic pass which found him wide open thirty yards downfield.
He trotted into the end zone and gave the crowd a mile-high salute.
When I checked back at half-time to see who was winning, mankind was on the brink.
The football was jammed up inside his shirt, and he was struggling forward on his knees, looking like a soldier crawling through the desert.
He had pulled the lawn mower out of the garage, and as he fell toward it, gasping, he pulled the sacred pigskin from his shirt and, with the last reserves of his strength, touched it to the engine.
He died, but civilization was saved by his heroic efforts.
No word on whether, with this triumph, mail would be delivered.
I met him at the door, pierced through his fog, and asked him to get the mail.
He agreed in such as fashion as to indicate this was the first he'd heard of the subject.
There was a skip in his step as he headed down the driveway, and he was making so much progress so quickly I felt my hopes growing, particularly when he reached out and actually touched the mailbox.
Alas, he was only stopping to talk to it.
Conferring in low tones, he nodded, squinting into the distance.
He raised the mail flag, igniting the retrorockets strapped to his back.
He throttled to full power and then dropped the flag, firing off into space with his arms outstretched like Superman.
He was nowhere in sight when, half an hour later, I went out to get the mail.
Bruce Cameron - Cameron Column
 
 
What does it take to be a good soldier?
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He must be able to */endure hardship/* without turning back.
q      Off to camp we go.
The first thing that we do to new recruits is to put them through boot camp.
We purposefully push them beyond their limits of endurance.
General George Patton was a man who believed strongly that a well disciplined soldier would not only win the war, but would reach new heights of achievement.
He said that to be a good soldier, a man must have discipline, self respect, pride in his unit and in his country, a high sense of duty and obligation to his comrades and his superiors, and self confidence born of demonstrated ability
 
When the great day of battle comes, remember your training, and remember above all that speed and vigor of attack are the sure roads to success.
And you must succeed, for to retreat is as cowardly as it is fatal.
Americans do not "surrender!"
It was the only time throughout World War II that Patton used the word, "surrender" in any of his orders to his troops.
What keeps people focused during this time?
It is the desire to become a soldier.
On the one hand we recruit them and then we try to disqualify them?
Is that what we are doing?
It would be better never to become a soldier than to become one and to fail the ultimate test.
That would be a person’s willingness to give their very life for the Savior.
If they cannot endure through the course of life then they would never really be called a soldier.
What good is a soldier who will  not give his~/her life?
What good is the person who opts for surrender in order to save their own life while jeopardizing the lives of those who we fight for?
How do we prepare people for hardship without pain or discomfort?
 
- Safety Nets
- Physical Conditioning
- Emotional Conditioning
- Simulation
- Combat Training
- Survival Training
 
q      The pain that you submit yourself to lessens the pain that you have no control over.
Pain that is inflicted for the purpose of building your endurance is what we need to submit to.
The pain that you submit yourself to lessens the pain that you have no control over.
There are folks who never submit themselves to anything that exists beyond there comfort zone.
That notion in itself is a nauseating one.
When is the last time that you agreed to do something that took you out of your comfort zone?
Do you think that people who say “Yes” find it easier than you do?
There is always hope in this world as long as there is breath.
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