Renaldo stepped forward and said, "This Creator God you speak of, if you say He is real then I believe you, and I want to serve Him too, even if it costs me my life."
As one man the rest of them stepped forward and echoed Renaldo's sentiment with statements of fealty to the God I served, who they hadn't even experienced relationship with yet. What had I ever done to deserve the amount of faith they placed in me? Olaf was the last to speak, "Master I trust you and if you trust this God you speak of then how can I not trust Him too."
"You all stand affirmed in this oath to serve the Creator?" I asked looking around.
"We do!" Thundered Olaf over the rest of them combined.
"Then I would like to say a prayer over us and our new quest."
I sank to my knees to pray. The humbleness of the action seemed fitting in this moment in time, as I was humbled beyond measure that such men would trust their souls to be guided by me of all people. I heard the sounds of the others falling to their knees. I couldn't help but peak at them. These weren't childhood companions coerced into praying by their mothers like I had been, but instead these were rough men of war with the scars to prove it.
They came from different cultures and spoke multiple languages that I didn't even know and yet they humbled themselves before a God they believed in simply because they trusted me to know the right path to take in both war and life. Tears coursed down my cheeks at the high level of trust they placed in me and I felt humbled beyond belief to be before such men, whose faith seemed greater than my own.
"Creator by faith these men believe in You as do I, by Your mighty actions You have performed on my behalf and the mercy You have freely given me I cannot but adore, serve, and worship You. Guide us through battle and peace and show us the paths to go down and those to avoid and above all teach us Your ways so that we can be more like You, a living testament of Your glory. May praise for You forever be on our lips, whether in death or in life may we always serve you. Glory in the highest is Your Son's, who made redemption possible for us, your humble servants, from this day forward. In His name I ask these things and say Amen."
The words of the prayer had seemed to pour out of my soul coming easy to my lips, like a stone wall crumbling before the force of a mighty stream of water. And like a stream, which pours out water continually a mighty wave of invisible fire fell from heaven and enveloped us! And yet we were not burnt, but the deep wells of our spirits poured forth utterances in languages unknown to us and yet known to the Creator, who listened to our utterances and spoke life back into us.