I’m reading a book about guerrillas.
Not the big furry animals but the type of warfare that is used when you need strategic attacks on the enemy and when you’re outnumbered. Its about sneaky, getin-getout maneuvers that are dangers but done affectively can be very successful. Today, someone commented to me that i should be careful in some of the remote countries because they won’t be afraid to kill you. I say, not so fast. I’m a guerrilla lover. My mission, seek out and love my enemy. I will be armed with weapons of mass construction. My stratedgy will be well planned attacks of love when they least expect it. They won’t even know what hit them. I will leave them confused and perplexed at what I’ll do next. I will have only accomplished my goal if they surrender…. not to me but to the Lord Jesus Christ.
And if they still kill me…. I get to hangout with God sooner then ya’ll. Not a bad consolation.
