The Pirate, Mark Haukaas, backhandedly accused me of sporting a halo complex, that is, of considering myself a perfect communicator of God‘s truth. Well, no one is perfect, including myself. But I can’t deny that God has bestowed upon me a halo of sorts, representing my consistent teaching of vital Scriptural truths.

My halo, far from being shiny and radiant, is bloody, soiled, and bent like a crushed beer can. Why? This halo and I have been through a war that continues to rage. But I am pleased with how God has enlisted me over the years in this war. I would rather be in it than out of it.

Concerning you, my brothers and sisters in Christ, I am pleased with everything you have told me over the years and continue to tell me, of how the work from this particular foot soldier has changed your life.

If any of us have any sort of holy headgear due to teaching or suffering evil for the sake of the evangel—it is a gift of God. Because we are still in flesh, our halos will be bloody, soiled, and perched askance. But it is certainly better than no halo at all.