A Parable...I guess...

Many years ago, there was a war. In most wars there are two sides and each side fights with passion and courage. They fight for a cause. In this war, the lines seemed to be quite blurry. The soldiers were quiet in hiding, blending in with their surroundings. 

Very suddenly a King would come to inspire his army to fight. He brought them through training, and led them into victory after victory. The King would threaten the enemy with a shaking that would change the course of the war forever. Eventually, the King would leave on other business; he would one day return. Before He left, he made a promise to his army. "Fight. Fight hard. If you do this in my name, you will win every time!"

Years passed, and the war went on. The soldiers grew tired, forgetting the battle they were in. They began to get restless and started fighting each other, wounding each others arms and legs. Some went back into hiding, not knowing that the enemy knew of their whereabouts at all times.

When the King received news of what his army was going through, he sent a doctor with a message. The doctor came and was available to anyone who asked for his help. Only a few soldiers trusted the doctor enough with their wounds, and they were brought back to full health. The doctor warned these few that the King would soon return, and he would expect his army to be ready. 

Some soldiers went back to warn the others, urging them to come out and fight. Others would go to the town and try to recruit more. There was a small handful that would go out and stand on the front line, holding on to the promise of the King. 

Time is short.

The front lines are bare.

I will fight.