I will have my way with Egypt and bring out my soldiers, my people the Israelites, from Egypt with mighty acts of judgment. (Exodus 7:4, MSG)
It's hard to imagine a less likely army than the Israelites. They were slaves, used to hard physical labor but with weak constitutions because of their living conditions. They obviously weren't unified (look at all the later squabbling), and they hadn't learned to think like free men.
God called this group of ill-prepared, wishy washy, unwilling people His soldiers. No elite soldiers here. No volunteers, but all draftees.
Unwilling soldiers with an unwilling general (God, please send someone else.)
These are the people God used to accomplish one of the most spectacular freedom marches in history?
Today God calls us His soldiers. At least that's the image He gave us through Paul, in Ephesians 6. He urges us to be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power--the same power that freed the Israelites. He tells us to put on battle gear, the armor of God.
So I'm at war. Today. Sitting here in my wheelchair.
The good news is that God won the battle. He knocked Pharaoh off his pedestal while the Israelites watched, ready to march when He gave the order.
Sometimes I watch God at work. Other times I'm on the front line. But I'm always in the army, and God is always on my side.