One of my favorite songs of all time is Simon & Garfunkel’s The Boxer. The final verse always stands out especially.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
I’ve always heard this lyric with Christian ears. In a sense, we are all fighters. Before Christ, our very life relies on it. The false gods we submit ourselves to are not gracious and they do not forgive. We fight for what we want, and desire. Yet after Christ, there is no need to fight. But before all of our service is given to Christ, we continue to do so. I continue to do so.
We carry the scars and wounds from our battles with us until one day we see how much they have marred our appearance and we cry out them, “I am leaving, I am leaving!”
But so many of us, so much of the time, are too afraid to truly leave them behind. And so, “the fighter[s] still remain”.

