Animals have been used in warfare from ancient days. Horses pulled chariots and bore soldiers into the thick of the fight. Warriors sat astride camels in the sands of the Near East. The Soviets even trained dogs to carry bombs that demolished German tanks. The Greeks warriors under Alexander the Great rode elephants into combat. Pigeons winged secret messages through the sky. Mules tugged war wagons.
God is with His people. Not in a burning bush, not in a pillar of cloud, not riding on the chariot throne, not seated between the cherubim. The old things have passed away, and, behold, new things have come. The God who in days of old brought forth Eve from Adam’s flesh now brings forth the New Adam from the New Eve’s flesh.
If the lead is going to be flying, I want the thickest flak jacket money can buy. If missiles are on the way, I want to climb into the deepest bunker man can dig. Spare no expense, leave nothing to chance. In life-and-death moments, the last thing we need is a veneer of protection that’s as fatal as it is flimsy.