A narrative that has always riveted my attention has been that of “the thirty” in Samuel and Chronicles.

Thirty-seven men, the mightiest of the mighty, in David’s army who were the heart and soul of the power of Israel. Each one more fierce and brave than the other; each one worth more than their proverbial weight in gold. Giant-killers, leaders, courageous and faithful to David even if it meant their deaths.

The thirty.

Where is the thirty today? Doesn’t the army of the Almighty need warriors who are willing to to the impossible? Don Quixotic in vision but empowered to accomplish the unattainable through the power of the Spirit; supernaturally wise and knowing, able to see, engage and destroy the Enemy’s initiatives. Leaders who, though uncertain, step forward because they are called.

The bride of Jesus needs the thirty.