A Horse With No Name

The horse is made ready for the day of battle
          but the victory belongs to the Lord.

         Throughout our history the horse that we rode on, the steed that carried us on its back, heard the voice of one master and that was Jesus Christ, as fallible men, many with worldly philosophies, held the reins and tugged left or tugged right.  They, many of them once again, had the same master but knew him only as God. They had the inspiration and the perseverance, they acknowledged where it came from, who they were indebted to, and without whom they they would utterly fail, but did not know him enough to pass on the safety and security found only in him. Such is the weakness of man.
         The horse is new today. It has a rider but no master. It feels the tug on the reins but has no confidence in the one who pulls those reins. It once had a name given by God. It no longer does.
         That steed is still strong but its training has changed. Where it was once trained for war and for production it is now held prisoner in the arena for show or for occasional leisurely rides through a countryside.
         Our victories have always belonged to the Lord. This land had long ago moved out of its place and became a continent, isolated and blessed with great natural resources, majestic mountains, fruitful plains and powerful rivers and for one purpose only....to entice a people who were not wanted where they were because they knew the benefactor of everything good, proclaimed and obeyed him, and were persecuted because of it.
        The Scripture verse above is Proverbs 21:31. How can we expect victory in any endeavor when we are in the process of abandoning he whom any victory belongs? How can we expect any discernment when we give him such little time, cherishing the rest for our own entertainments? Why would we fall on our knees, why would anyone fall on their knees, when they are not aware of impending judgement?