Why am I in this fight?
“ There’s no glory in war.” Lots of people have said it, but it was a long lesson for me, the very imaginative daughter of a soldier, to learn. I rallied at the idea of a fight, was thrilled by opposition. I imagined myself a paladin kneeling before the lord, having vanquished metaphorical dragons. Mormon was my hero because there was something irresistibly Romantic about being the last individual standing for truth. Then, one day, I reached for the thrill of the fight and felt nothing, only exhausted and sad. I told my dad on the phone, “I used to get all excited about the fight for good, and now I’m just tired.” He, a retired army chaplain who knows a lot about both the literal and figurative subject, simply chuckled said something along the lines of, “That’s war.” It dawned on me that that is war. It’s tiring, painful, lasting, and generally not fun. Then, recently, as I’ve come to better understand God’s love for his children, I’ve seen how little of the battle is in my ...