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For a moment, the Warrior feels proud, then immediately feels ashamed of what he has heard because he does not have as much faith as he appears to have.
At that moment, his angel whispers: “You are only an instrument of the Light. There is no reason to feel proud or to feel guilty. There are only reasons to feel happy.”
And the Warrior of the Light, aware now that he is but an instru
ment, feels calmer and more secure.
Hitler may have lost the war on the battlefield, but he ended up winning something too,” says Marek Halter, “because man in the twentieth century created the concentration camp and revived torture and taught his fellow men that it is possible to close their eyes to the misfortunes of others.”
Perhaps he is right: There are abandoned children, massacred civilians, innocent people imprisoned, lonely old people, drunks in the gutter, madmen in power.
But perhaps he isn’t right at all, for there are also Warriors of the Light.
And Warriors of the Light never accept what is unacceptable.
The Warrior of the Light never forgets the old saying: The good little goat doesn’t bleat.
Injustices happen. Everyone finds themselves in situations they do not deserve, usually when they are unable to defend themselves. Defeat often knocks at the Warrior’s door.
At such times, he remains silent. He does not waste energy on words, because they can do nothing. He knows it is best to use his strength to resist and have patience, knowing that Someone is watching, Someone who saw the unnecessary suffering and who will not accept it.
That Someone gives him what he most needs: time. Sooner or later, everything will once more work in his favor.
A Warrior of the Light is wise; he does not talk about his defeats.
A sword may not last very long, but the Warrior of the Light must.
That is why he never allows himself to be deceived by his own abilities and therefore avoids being taken by surprise. He gives each thing the value it deserves.
Often, when the Warrior is pondering grave matters, the devil whispers in his ear: “Don’t worry about that, it’s not important.”
At others, when he is faced by banalities, the devil says to him: “You should pour all your energies into resolving this situation.”
The Warrior does not listen to what the devil is telling him; he is the master of his sword.
A Warrior of the Light is always vigilant.
He does not ask anyone else for permission to wield his sword; he simply takes it in his hands. Nor does he waste time explaining his actions; faithful to God’s decisions, he gives his answer in what he does.
He looks to either side of him and identifies his friends. He looks behind him and identifies his opponents. He is implacable with treachery, but he does not seek revenge; he merely drives away the enemies of his life, never fighting with them any longer than is necessary.
A Warrior does not try to appear one way or the other, he simply is.
A Warrior does not keep company with those who wish to harm him. Nor is he seen in the company of those who want to “console” him.
He avoids anyone who is only by his side in the event of a defeat: these false friends want to prove that weakness is rewarded. They always bring him bad news. They always try to destroy the Warrior’s confidence, all under the cloak of “solidarity.”
When they see him wounded, they dissolve in tears, but, in their heart, they are happy because the Warrior has lost a battle. They do not understand that this is part of the fight.
The true companions of a Warrior are beside him always, during the difficult times and the easy times.
At the beginning of his struggle, the Warrior of the Light stated: “I have dreams.”
After some years, he realizes that it is actually possible to reach his goal; he knows that he will be rewarded.
At that moment, he feels sad. He knows about other people’s unhappiness, about the loneliness and frustration experienced by so much of humanity, and he does not believe that he deserves what he is about to receive.
His angel whispers: “Give it all up.” The Warrior kneels down and offers God his conquests.
