I dropped my sword out of fear.
Fear of what would come after me if I continued to use it.
Fear of the loneliness I expect as a sword wielder.
Fear of attention and unending expectations.
Fear of being seen as an unchristian.
Jesus gave me this sword. He intends for me to use it.
With a roar I pick up my sword.
Tighten my grip on my shield.
And run into battle.