I watch as Legions of parrhesians operate to diffuse the calumny against this sacred Love. The forces at rage are calling us to action. We can sit by the way side no more. Longing to join their hallowed ranks, I begin studying their methods with punctilious care.The enemy is cunning and has mastered the arts of chicanery. A bitter harangue begins to weave in and out of my mind but the sounds of seraphic hymns drown out any notion of failure. It will take great measures of aptitude and assiduous dedication in order to vanquish this night but we were created to conquer and conquer we shall. Soon the time has arrived and we sit down to one final holy repast. I turn to the restive face sitting at my side and give a gentle reassuring nod. We are brothers and sisters of Christ and our time is now. All across the land we wait eagerly, one hand on sword, other on sheath. A calming cool breeze wafts across the fields. The bellowing voice of our general raises high above the steeples and beckoning to each of us, he cries "LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!" I take a deep breath in and step out to meet my destiny.