Tate

Driving through the streets of Houston at midnight, one gets a feeling of calm, almost as if the city has worn itself down and needs to rest, just for a while, in order to recover for the following day's unstoppable frenzy of activity.

Today, however, it's impossible to feel as if all is at rest.  In the midst of the darkness and the serenity, a war is beginning.

Tate Martin goes under the knife today, and we've scheduled a day of prayer in his honor, to guide, comfort, and defend him.  And if we think it's going to go smoothly or quietly, we are very wrong.

I can feel the battle around me, as the protectors and assailants of our faith begin to fight each other.  And not a battle of words, but a fight for us: scratching, clawing, slashing for one second of either focus or distraction, repeating itself on towards eternity.

Today is going to be harsh, it's going to be long, and it's going to be draining.

And we're going to win.

"The Lord will march out like a mighty man, like a warrior he will stir up his zeal; with a shout he will raise the battle cry and will triumph over his enemies."  Isaiah 42:13