no, I didn't write this =)

The two couldn't help but just stand there for a moment, watching, studying, pondering.

"The little warrior," said the dark-haired one. The big blonde man formed the words himself in silence, looking down at the contrite man in prayer.

"Yes," he observed, "this is the one. Even now he's interceding, standing efore the Lord for the sake of the people, for the town..."

"Almost every night he's here."

At that remark, the big man smiled. "He's not so insignificant."

"But he's the only one. He's alone."

"No," the big man shook his head. "There are others. There are always others. They just have to be found. For now, his single, vigilant prayer is the beginning."

"He's going to be hurt, you know that."

"And so will the newspaperman. And so will we."

"But will we win?"

The big man's eyes seemed to burn with a rekindled fire.

"We will fight."

"We will fight," his friend agreed.

They stood over the kneeling warrior, on either side....Together they ministered peace to their young charge.


I need to read "This Present Darkness". It's an amazing book! and it goes quite well with where our desperation prayer times are going.