They set out at dawn.
For a while all that was heard was the rhythmic crunching of feet on the gravel.
After a while, the front man did the rally call.
As usual it started low – his call, their response – low and in line with each step they took. The front man kept it low deliberately for the first few miles of marching.
Then he allowed the only sound of the boots on gravel to be the only sound.
After a few more miles, the front man repeated the rally call.
This time he bellowed and the troop bellowed in response. The front man called, the troop raised their voice. The front man called and the troop raised their voice louder. The sound was intimidating for onlookers. For the troop, with every shout they were not just making a noise, they were solidifying their commitment.
Their commitment to the cause. Their commitment to each other. Their commitment to persevere in any circumstance. Their commitment to something greater than them calling them to greatness.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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