by Sandy Kirby Quandt
As I drove to the store the other day, I noticed a sticker on the back of a car. Combat Medic.
Several thoughts wove through my brain as I considered that sticker.
- Being a combat medic would be difficult
- It would require courage and training
- Anybody could buy one of those stickers
- Having that sticker didn’t necessarily mean the driver was a medic
That’s when this blog post began to form in my brain.
I’ve been in Army Navy surplus stores before. I’ve purchased camo pants and Seabees tee shirts. I even have a waaaay cool bunny fur lined leather pilot hat I wore in Alaska when it was minus 10 degrees Fahrenheit, so I know just because someone wears camo, has a certain medal, or places a sticker on their car, whose to say they didn’t pick it up at a surplus store?
That’s when my brain turned to those of us who call ourselves Christians. We are called to the battle zone here on earth. We are called to be God’s Combat Medics to a dying world that is hurt and bleeding.
We’re called to the front line where the fighting is fierce.
Some may wear the uniform, buy the medals, or put stickers on the backs of their cars because they earned them. Others may have picked them up at the surplus store.
With all these thoughts mulling around inside my head I picked up the items I needed at the store and got in the checkout line. When the cashier scanned what I bought she said, “I’m not doing Halloween this year.”
Okay. Right away from the way she said it, I knew she was hurting.
I told her I didn’t do Halloween either. The candy was for the Fall Festival our church held for the community.
You know how wonderful God is?
There was no one behind me in line, the cashier wasn’t rushed, and she kept talking. She told me how hard it was for her and her husband to pay their bills with the small amount of money they made. She told me how he wanted to buy expensive decorations and she told him they couldn’t afford them.
As we talked I told her I totally understood not having the money for extras. I’d been where she was. I got it.
When we finished talking I asked her name. She turned so I could read her badge. I looked her in the eye, called her by name, and told her I’d be praying for her.
She smiled for the first time, and her eyes lit up when she said, “Thank you. Thank you.”
I prayed for her the whole way home and I’ve continued to pray for her.
But you want to know the most amazing part of all this?
It wasn’t until I started writing this post that I realized that while the thought of Combat Medics rolled through my brain as I drove to the store, God had put me on the front line to help one of his children who was hurt and bleeding. He used me as one of his Combat Medics.
God will use each of us, if we let him. It’s up to those of us in his army to be worthy of the uniform.
How has God used you as his Combat Medic?
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For our fight is not against any physical enemy: it is against organisations and powers that are spiritual. We are up against the unseen power that controls this dark world, and spiritual agents from the very headquarters of evil. Ephesians 6:12 (Phillips)
I wish you well.
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