Sons are a heritage from the Lord, children a reward from Him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. // Psalm 127:3,4

I've been mulling over this arrow passage lately. It's profound, really...sons as arrows. Arrows fly further and faster than we could ever run, waging war in places we could not go - or in the case of multiple arrows, they do battle in mutiple places at at once...something one man with a sword could never do. Here's the kicker -their effectiveness hinges almost entirely on how they are formed and released. In effect, the victory belongs to the one who fires the arrows.

One of our arrows is in Colorado this morning. He's with Lenny doing a kids camp to 200 children from an indian reservation. He called yesterday, excited about what God was doing and feeling very cool because he was hanging out in an internet coffee shop with Lenny. It was good to hear his voice - to know he was flying true.

It's a fortunate parent who is allowed 'multiple release opportunities'....releasing arrows at low level, short range targets until the strenght of the arrow is proven and the confidence of the archer is high. It's good to watch this first arrow soar. Something tells me that when we release our three arrows, the gates of hell are going to cave in.


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