THE LAST BATTLE
I’ve spent a lifetime as an iron warrior… Pain now is a constant reminder of the life of insecurity that pulled me from among the masses. My body now severely scarred and broken inside and out, but still I press on. As the decades have passed I’ve covered up the body I once worshipped like a temple, but the temple is now old and deteriorating like a fort losing the war with the iron, but refusing to admit defeat. I fight more out of habit now than desire…
Enough battles and time have passed and I’d become weary, tired, worn, and fading from the shining soldier I’d once been. Politics had taken its toll on my attitude and perspective. I began to see the world through different eyes… so much I’d missed… so much I longed for, but it was too late for me. My attitude began to affect or infect my performance. I’d lost my desire to be the iron soldier. For so long the alert eyes and fears of the others brought me inspiration, but pride and ego can only take a man so far… This world is wasting away with the vigor of my youth. My stares last longer, the blinks slower, the pace lessened, the mind catching up.
The race to win leaves the transportation in disrepair, but the human condition finds a way to keep going. Through exhausted eyes flanked with flesh made crevices, though not as sharp as the ancient days of youth, I could see I had nothing else… I was nothing more than the sum of my actions that had defined my life. The wisdom and enlightenment was meant for others, not for a shallow warrior. How would I go out? Would I be the old and slovenly warrior who had lost his edge and desire? A passionless shell of a man?
No… As little as I had, I made a choice to fight to get back and keep what time and apathy were stealing from my shallow soul. With what little I had left inside, I prepared to be the soldier that was now just a memory to all who had ever laid eyes on me. My sponsor reminded me of the inevitable pain… the price of vanity and glory I suppose…
Months passed and dedication with some fire, fueled by the rejuvenated fear and insecurity of my youth, motivated me to get back to the glimpses of glory I had in the days of honor. My body would take the punishment one more time. My screwed together shoulder and knee along with my battered face would break… but never yield.
I looked pretty good the day before my battle, I could see my abs again… not like before, but my dedication, pride, ego, and insecurity had brought me back from the pits of surrender. It would be a long grueling battle and my sponsor had a good point, after this battle my abs would be back completely… the benefits of war…
White hot pain seared across my face and shoulder threatening to wake me before I was rested from The Last Battle. My sponsor was all smiles as I came to, groggy, “You did good,” he whispered with the smile of a traitor. I nodded… I never lose… Eventually I gathered enough strength, although still unbalanced, I got up to get a look at my abs.
My first glance revealed a set of carved up abs, just like the days of my youth… Then I noticed it… not it actually, but the lack of it. Shock, horror, fear, and hysteria of reality dropped into my stomach like the weight of all humanity… It was my hideous reflection… My left arm had been cut off at the shoulder… My face, what was left of it, must have been used to rebuild someone else’s…
The hell like scream spewing from my belly overflowing with a waterfall of poison woke me from a deep sleep. Now I am scarred and incomplete both inside and out… At least that was my flash of thought as I awoke in a cold sweat…
bill (cycleguy)
Saturday, November 23, 2013 @ 5:48 am
You describe how I sometimes feel. The once proud body, built to ride and lift and play ball, not breaking down as age creeps in uninvited. But unavoidable. But I will fight on until my very last battle with death. But then it will not a loss but a gain. 🙂
Floyd
Saturday, November 23, 2013 @ 7:09 am
Excellent perspective, Bill. Fight with the power God gives us until the end… then pass to the other realm into His open arms. Keep up the good race, brother. Thanks, Bill.
bill (cycleguy)
Saturday, November 23, 2013 @ 5:49 am
OOps “Now breaking down”
Floyd
Saturday, November 23, 2013 @ 7:10 am
Trust me, I figured that out!
Lainey Patterson
Saturday, November 23, 2013 @ 6:01 am
Floyd:
I’m laughing my head off! Not sure if anyone who doesn’t pump iron will ge this
but I sure do!
Floyd
Saturday, November 23, 2013 @ 7:10 am
Thanks, Lainey. You and me, sister. Till the end!
Hazel Moon
Saturday, November 23, 2013 @ 10:55 pm
We are all in a fight, and while we have breath, we must go on. Those dreams that cause us to wake in a fright, are often real as a sort of reminder that this is a walk in time, until we reach our final resting place. The real you – – the one inside is a young a fibrant person, and that is how we all shall be when we are Just like HIM. (Somewhere about 33 years old I believe)
Floyd
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 9:41 am
What a awesome and wise statement, Hazel. “… A walk in time, until we reach our final resting place.” The heavy dreams have their purpose. I’m reminded that what I look on the inside, what I am on the inside has far more eternal value than anything on the outside. Thanks, Hazel.
Mia
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 2:02 am
Dear Floyd
Oh, my mind doesn’t even come to the race anymore when the Fibrofrogs pitch their tents around my brain! Yes, my brother, our earthen clay vessels are cracked and wasting away from the one moment to the next; some of us are actually already broken vessels. Our bodies are only tents on this pilgrimage called life and my tent pegs have lifted up long ago. BUT, BUT, BUT thanks to our Beloved Lord Jesus, the King of Eternity, we are one day going to leave these old coats behind and be dressed with a glorious new spiritual bodies completely clothed with the Glory of Jesus. Floyd, one day I will again be able to walk without difficulty, I will be able to run, to dance, to move. But in the mean time the ship of my heart sails free on the sea of eternity with Jesus’ love and grace the Wind in my sails! Dear brother, we see and know your heart, and that is what counts.
Blessings XX
Mia
Betty Jo
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 9:34 am
Mia, with Chronic Fatigue and Multiple Chemical Sensitivities I so relate to the truth you’ve shared in your comment. And one day I too will be clothed with the Glory of Jesus, leaving this non-functioning body behind and again be able to think without difficulty, to run, to jump, to dance, to move, and eat whatever I wish.
Floyd
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 9:53 am
“What a day of rejoicing that will be!”
Mia
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 2:38 pm
Hi Betty Jo
I think you and I must go for a jog every morning one day when we are all at home with Jesus!
XX
Floyd
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 9:45 am
Thank you for the vivid picture of what will one day be… one day sooner than any of us expect! May “the ship of our hearts sail freely on the sea of eternity with Jesus’ love and grace” even before our soul gets there. Amazing wisdom, sister… amazing. I pray our Father’s blessings on you and your family, Mia. Thanks, again.
Betty Draper
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 10:31 pm
Mia, praying for your health. Traveling has taken a toll on me and I am back to taking some meds so I can enjoy our Thanksgiving time with family. I love your words about our new glory clothes we will get someday.
Betty Draper
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 8:00 am
The battle of life will always take it’s toll on the outer man but God’s design is for the inner man to become stronger and stronger. Watching Bill Graham last message to the nation was a picture of fighting and not giving up even when the earthly body wears out. The closer we get to the end of this battle the more I look forward to the new body promised us in heaven. Good post to read this Sunday morning, good reminder to keep fighting, to keep putting the armor on our old broken down bodies.
Floyd
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 9:52 am
It is such an inspiration to see one of our Father’s faithful finish the race of this life with honor. While our bodies might give up, our spirit that is reinforced with our Father’s never will. Thanks for the encouragement. Keep up the good race, Betty… it helps all of us with ours.
Betty Jo
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 9:36 am
Awesome post Floyd! And I just want to say “Ditto to what Mia wrote before me!”
Floyd
Sunday, November 24, 2013 @ 9:54 am
Thanks, Betty Jo. May we lifted up by the words our Father puts on our hearts for specifically that reason. Praying for you and your brother.
Rick Dawson
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 1:26 am
What with the emphysema and winter and the scars making it harder and harder to simply breathe, working out – never mind hard pushing to get into a shape I never really had naturally (but resembled it during my druggie days) – that’s a bit out of the question. Having said that? I am looking forward to the trade-in/trade-up program our Father offers. I have no real idea what I’ll look like when He’s done with the body building regimen, but I’m supposed to be more concerned with His body, not my own so much. I remember that when I want to start beating on myself for not having cared so much for the temple while I could do so far more easily.
Great post, excellent comments 🙂
Keep coming back 🙂
Floyd
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 5:43 pm
Thanks, Rick. “Bodily exercise profiteth ye little…” I learned a long time ago after having some pre-ulcer issues as a young man that exercise help me keep my stress and health in check… Unfortunately like everything in the life of an “A” type personality I let it run away with me… now it feels like it ran over me! I’m praying for you, brother. And good call, I’m looking forward to the trade up program too!
Jason Stasyszen
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 9:22 am
Interesting stuff–is this a real dream you had or a made up one? Just curious. 🙂
We can fight so hard for ourselves–our pride, to prove our worth, to preserve something we feel we can’t lose or need to get back. While we need to take care of ourselves, the extreme measures can leave us open and vulnerable for others to steal from us without our noticing (like in the dream) until it’s too late. God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble. He’s not walking away from us, we are walking away from him which leaves us open to spiritual and emotional (maybe physical) attack. Anyway, very interesting as I said! Wasn’t what I was expecting to read in my reader this morning, but very thought-provoking. 🙂 Thanks Floyd.
Floyd
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 5:48 pm
It was a real dream, or nightmare rather! It woke me up literally when I dreamed I’d awaken to a body that had been destroyed by my selfish actions. My take from the dream was pretty much your interpretation and the need to make the inside healthy before God… It was an eery dream to say the least. Thanks for the input, Jason… Love your wisdom, brother.
Caleb Suko
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 3:12 pm
I think this is a common struggle with us all in some way or another. What I have to remind myself is that the ultimate battle is won not by me but by my Savior! That puts a smile on my face and a little fire in my belly to continue on another day serving Him!
Floyd
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 5:55 pm
Love the attitude and perspective, Caleb! The battles fought that don’t bring our Father honor are the ones fought for pride and is nothing but foolishness. Each day is a gift… Thanks for your gift here today, Caleb.
Audra Krell
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 4:33 pm
I thought this was part of one of your books, if not, it should be! A deep, interesting character indeed. Someone entirely relatable. I love the part about “wisdom was made for others.” Because although it may seem that way, this wisdom is for all. Thank you for writing it down and sharing.
Floyd
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 5:58 pm
It was from a nasty dream I had and this was actually a piece I did with Keith as a writing exercise that I had in mind to use it here as well. Wisdom is a gift from God and it starts with fearing and revering Him. I felt pretty shallow in that dream… Glad I don’t remember to many of my dreams! Thanks, Audra, it’s always great to hear from you, sister.
Betty Draper
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 11:08 pm
I miss you two Audra..your wisdom and love for missions. I think the wisdom is for all too.
Jennifer Dougan
Monday, November 25, 2013 @ 6:04 pm
Floyd,
What a dream you had. 🙂 My husband has vivid dreams often too. I appreciated the analogy you drew to sin struggles and life battles in this too.
Where are you doing writing exercises with for a Keith?
Happy Thanksgiving,
Jennifer Dougan
http://www.jenniferdougan.com
Floyd
Tuesday, November 26, 2013 @ 10:31 am
As often as the vivid dreams are interesting and can be inspirational, the ugly ones that wake us up in a cold sweat aren’t exactly enjoyable!
I have a friend who worked for a production company in LA for ten years and is currently writing screen plays. We meet every so often to help each other with our projects and do these type of writing exercises, this one was for twist endings. I actually didn’t pull mine off to well, but its just what came out. Thanks, Jennifer.
David Rupert
Tuesday, November 26, 2013 @ 6:16 am
Wow! Reads like a movie! And the soundtrack… 🙂
Floyd
Tuesday, November 26, 2013 @ 10:36 am
That would be a gritty one I suppose. I’ll let you play the lead! Thanks, David.
Keith Walker
Wednesday, November 27, 2013 @ 11:16 am
Floyd, I always enjoy other people’s writing when they create a clever turn of phrase I’ve never encountered before. If someone asked me to describe the passage of time, I don’t think I could ever do better than, “The race to win leaves the transportation in disrepair.” Lovely. It’s also brave to risk a different style of writing. This was grim and cold like the iron itself and bereft of a warm ending. If life is but a dream, it weaves the good and the bad. Your posts are richer to explore both.
Floyd
Wednesday, November 27, 2013 @ 12:03 pm
Well that’s a wonderful compliment coming from you, my friend. Thanks for the pushing and encouragement along the way. You’ve been a huge blessing in my life… and I’m always riveted by your prose. Happy Thanksgiving, Keith, to you and all of yours.
child of God
Wednesday, November 27, 2013 @ 11:24 am
Wow that was good! I’m sure you’d have no troubles taking on an atheist in a discussion.
Blessings. 🙂
Floyd
Wednesday, November 27, 2013 @ 12:06 pm
I’ve done that many times, but now I don’t strive to be right and win the way I did in my prideful past. I share the Truth of our Father and leave it up to Him. I’m but a seed planter… and the more humility their is the more the seeds. Thanks, sister. I appreciate your input.
Mike
Thursday, November 28, 2013 @ 7:33 am
I wish I could dream myself slim, young and blond again. Instead I wake up bigger than I should be, older and rather grey and white. Gratefully God is opposite of most men, and is more concerned with the inside than the outside. I’ll be glad when I can trade in this deteriorating tabernacle I’m living in, and get that new body that God has promised. 🙂
Floyd
Thursday, November 28, 2013 @ 10:03 am
It’s a losing battle to be sure. That dream was my reminder of the fact that the inside is way more important than the outside. What we look like is defined by our fruits on the outside. His Light has a way of making the outside look like the inside of all of us, and those without Him inside look empty eventually. Thanks, Mike. You’re not alone.
Loren Pinilis
Thursday, December 5, 2013 @ 2:13 pm
I’m 32, so I guess I’ll have to deal with these issues soon. I’ve recently started lifting and fortunately the worst I’ve had to deal with is a tweaked back. Let’s hope it stays that way!
Floyd
Thursday, December 5, 2013 @ 3:33 pm
Just be smart! That sounds easier said than done I’m afraid! Amazing how fast it goes… Be safe, have fun. Thanks, Loren.