|Queen Cristi and King Mike|
One random theme: the leader would yell out the question, "Kings, what do we do!" Then we men would jump wildly to our feet and scream at the top of our lungs, "Protect the queen!"
After observing this fervent, boyish behavior, my wife grabbed my arm several times and said, "Oh! I just love that!" Then she'd kiss me like it was the coolest thing she'd ever seen me do.
Really? After 35 years of marriage, I am just now figuring this warrior-prince thing out?
I've always known that my wife likes to feel secure and protected but I did not know that she loves feverish displays of masculine energy in her cause.
Actually, we have been talking about this for a few months—reinventing violence, that is. Not violence in the destructive, harmful sense, but constructive violence, if there is such a thing. Wait, there is. Think of Jesus overturning the tables of the money changers in the temple (see Matthew 21:12–13) or captain Moroni championing the the cause of freedom (see Alma 46:13–23).
Think of standing up to your full stature in the fearless defense of truth. Think of defending your home from intrusion, not from burglars and kidnappers, but from spiritual wolves in every form. Over the past few days, I've realized that 150 years ago, I might have stood against wolves and bears and rattlesnakes and hostiles to protect my family. Now I must defend them against the unseen enemies that enter our homes—domiciles and bodies—over invisible airwaves, through thoughts, and dark emotions. The battlefield has changed but the war is just as real and the stakes are as high as they've ever been.
If I stand for freedom, I stand against sin, the doorway to separation and slavery. If I stand against sin, I must stand against evil in all it's forms—inane social media, cheap-shot television, immodesty, pornography, spiritual neglect, doubt, faithlessness, disobedience, sarcasm, ingratitude, disrespect, disloyalty—the full spectrum is enemy to all I hold dear.
I protect my wife and loved ones, not just through physical means but spiritual. Prayer and fasting and sacrifice and repentance and faith and relentless work and providing a living and holding the line. Standing up for what is right and true and standing tall against "the prince of the power of the air" (see Ephesians 2:2).
Is not God a protector? If I am not a protector, whose son am I?
Cristi will be seeing more feverish displays of masculine energy in the near future. I now know she loves it.
P.S. Those swords were heavy! I really want one now.