One of my earliest memories in church is singing “I’m in the Lord’s Army” in choir on Sunday mornings. I was five years old at most and really excited about all the war imagery. While I may never fly, shoot, etc, I performed all the motions with gusto. Once I hit third grade, my parents enrolled me in Boy’s Brigade, a children’s ministry much like AWANA in which every Wednesday I lived in a community of boys with a military motif. It makes sense; what could be more exciting than uniforms and badges and skills and gritty songs? It fits perfectly with being a guy. And everyone loves a good…