Burt Smith lived in Ordinary OK. But his life was far from ordinary. He
just didn’t know it…yet.
3:00 a.m. September 11, 2001
The
Commander and Burt had been at it for three days.
Neither
stopped to eat or sleep.
The
warriors waited. Armed and ready they hovered around the two, waiting for the
command, yearning to be put to flight, longing for a fight.
They
knew they’d been deployed for a reason—but that’s all they knew.
One
unsheathed his sword. “Why are we here? What are we waiting for?”
Almost
in unison the others spoke, “Obedience brings understanding.”
Each
warrior nodded and the one who brandished his sword started to slide it back
into its scabbard, but before he did he noticed a glint across the blade.
Every
other warrior saw the same.
He
raised his weapon toward heaven and it started to glow.
One
by one the warriors unsheathed their swords and did the same. As the tips of
their blades met, in unison they said “For the blood of the Lamb!”
All
at once they were engulfed in a white light brighter than any welder’s spark.
And at that moment they knew exactly what they had to do.
Into
infernos they flew.
Towers
fell.
Towers
of Faith and Courage grew.
In
the flames they comforted, encouraged and helped carry bodies from the flames
of buildings to the streets of New York City…and souls from the flames of hell
to the streets of glory.
Burt
was unaware of the events taking place over fourteen hundred miles away on that
Tuesday morning, September eleventh, 2001. All he knew was that he could finally sleep.
He
collapsed on the couch.
Most
of those who discovered the mission…weren’t around to tell about it…
From
The Silent Knight
Let me
know if you’d like a signed and prayed over copy for you or a friend.
Battles are won or lost in
the midnight hour
By those who dare to wear
The Mantle of
The Silent Knight
The question is...
Will you be one of them?
Prayerfully
yours,
Doug,
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