I love babies. These itty bitty versions of the adults who bore them can capture my heart with a single smile. Their little fingers and toes are delightful, and it’s amazing to me that those little digits will one day grow to be the size of my own or even larger. But far beyond the toothless smiles, the heart-warming gurgles, and the adorable gestures of an infant rests the explosive potential of a purpose-filled man or woman. These little human beings embody destinies great enough to change the course of an entire generation.

Of all the similes the psalmist could reference, he employed that of a warrior, and more specifically, an archer. “Like arrows in the hands of a warrior, so are the children... (Continued)