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Saturday's Warriors

As corny and somewhat doctrinally incorrect the play Saturday's Warrior is, the main song is truly inspiring:



Who are these children coming down, coming down,
Like gentle rain through darkened skies,
With glory trailing from their feet as they go
And endless promise in their eyes?

Who are these young ones growing tall, growing strong,
Like silver trees against the storm,
Who will not bend with the wind or the change,
But stand to fight the world alone?

These are the few, the warriors saved for Saturday,
To come the last day of the world.
These are they on Saturday.
These are the strong, the warriors rising in their might
To win the battle raging in the hearts of men on Saturday.

Strangers from a realm of light who have forgotten all
The memory of their former life, the purpose of their call.
And so they must learn why they're here and who they really are.
They must learn why they're here and who they are!

These are the few, the warriors saved for Saturday,
To come the last day of the world.
These are they on Saturday.
These are the strong, the warriors rising in their might
To win the battle raging in the hearts of men on Saturday.

In their sunlight armor they march forth to conquer all.
And with their swords ablaze with fire watch the darkness fall.
But first they must learn why they're here and who they really are.
They must learn why they're here and who they are!

These are the few, the warriors saved for Saturday,
To come the last day of the world.
These are they on Saturday.
These are the strong, the warriors rising in their might
To win the battle raging in the hearts of men on Saturday.

These are they
Who come forth on Saturday,
Saturday, Saturday!

It reiterates what prophets have said about our generation. "I regard you as the finest generation in the history of the Church," proclaimed President Hinckley. "Each time I have stood before such a group, there has come into my mind the great and prophetic statement made by Peter of old. Said he: 'Ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.' (1 Pet. 2:9.)

"I know of no other statement which more aptly describes you, nor which sets before you a higher ideal by which to shape and guide your lives."

The same goes for past generations, not just ours, as noted by Elder John M. Madsen: "President Joseph Fielding Smith declared: 'Our young people … are the nobility of heaven, a choice and chosen generation who have a divine destiny. Their spirits have been reserved to come forth in this day when the gospel is on the earth, and when the Lord needs valiant servants to carry on his great latter-day work.'

"President Spencer W. Kimball declared, 'We are rearing a royal generation … who have special things to do.'"

All of us in this last dispensation--"Saturday"--were reserved for this time because we are great warriors needed to fight for the Lord before He returns. Unfortunately, not everyone has joined His army. Therefore, it is imperative that they "learn why they're here and who they really are." This responsibility is ours, as parents, as friends, as missionaries. The change in the world would be magnificent if every child of God knew of his or her divinity and acted upon that knowledge. Just think: Hitler used to be an innocent baby straight from heaven. Can you imagine what kind of leader he could have been if he had remembered his divinity and not allowed evil to enter his heart?

Let us all remember that we are children of God, armed with great power and strength to defeat Satan. Let us live up to our potential as Saturday's warriors and fight for the Lord!

Challenge: Remember who you are and why you're here and help others remember.

Comments

Anonymous said…
in our humble way,humble way now,humble way,humble way...DAD
Fraley RW said…
Do you know a Zebedia that played in Sat. Warriors? Thanks

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