When we think of the word victory, or
victorious, the image that probably comes to
most of our minds is probably a parade of waving
flags, confetti falling through the air and us
walking tall and proud, knowing we saved the
I’m here to challenge our normal perception of
the word victorious, and say that yes, it can be
marked by grand celebration and cheers, but
being victorious…can hold a much deeper and much
more sacred place within us.
The highest forms of victory can be marked not
by loud trumpets and dancing…but by silence and
truth that we accomplished what was heavily
necessary to do.
So many chapters of our lives are marked with
these sacred occasions, to bow in truth and take
one last leap into doing what is right.
In the movie “Braveheart” Samuel Wallace walked
victorious before victory ever came. He
believed in their victory so fervently that he
called it forth into being even after his death.
Being victorious is sacred and one of the most
incredible existences one can lead on this place
we call earth.
Jesus Christ…as he hung there dying…there was no
glorious sunlight shining down on Him, no one
singing how wonderful His action was. No,
there was darkness, tears, pain…and then his
death. The true moment of victory was
marked by the moment he released his last,
silent and lonely breath.
Sometimes we are victorious when we simply
choose to keep living…there in the silent raging
of our heart, where the waters of loneliness
have risen…where hope has abandoned us…where no
other soul can see our pain…but we keep going.
We hold to truth, we grab back the hand of hope
as it is fleeing; we cry out loudly within our
souls that we have not yet stopped fighting.
Victory has many sights, but even when you walk
alone, sitting there in the darkness of your own
mind…cry out and wake up your inner man…and be