I am not afraid. I was born to do this. Chills, puzzlement, depression – then inspiration.

That’s a profound statement. Chills. What type of person says that? Puzzlement. Why can’t I have this type of strength? Depression. I will strive harder every day – to attain this spirit. Inspiration.

These words were uttered by Joan of Arc. She is not a foreign figure to most. A young lady burned at the stake then elevated to sainthood. She led an entire army in strength and dignity –the Braveheart of her day.

This is her actual quote:

“I do not fear the soldiers, for my road is made open to me; and if the soldiers come, I have God, my Lord, who will know how to clear the route that leads to messire the Dauphin. It was for this that I was born!”

Why can’t I have this faith – that mountain moving, earth shattering faith? The faith that gathers warriors to link up their rusty battle armor and march for a cause void of fear!

Fear is a pesky, life crushing thing. We are told in 1 John that ‘perfect love casts off fear.’ Reading this I worry that my love is not perfect for I am prone to fear. I know my faith is smaller than a mustard seed – and, I confess, worry lines my stomach at times.

What can God do with a person like that? I tell you what, he can transform her. He can whisper his mission in her heart and soul. He can call her from picket fence living into front line fighting.

I want to be like this sister of sainthood. Her courageous cries inspire me. Her bravery is one to elevate but not to worship. For, it was not her personally that was the magnificent– it was the cause that riled her heart. That cause, that belief made her fearless.

We have a cause, a Savior to shout valiantly about. He is more than a cause – he is life everlasting. Every day by proclaiming his marvelous name – we are acting like daughters of steel, like present day Joan’s. That is a battle cry. In a world that is cascaded with darkness we are the light.

We can hold our heads up high – and say, I am not afraid. I was born to do this.