(I wrote the following close to 18 years ago when I unsuccessfully attempted to bring a church predator to justice. I had just turned 28. The mills of God grind slowly but they grind exceedingly small).

God, how I long…

for the company of brothers, who are not afraid of speaking the truth, 

who put the needs of the people before their own, 

who keep their word, even when it is costly to them. 

I have not lived a long time, but even I have learned that there are small men in high places, who claim to have been placed there by You, but lack both the ability and wisdom to govern. 

They speak of great things and high ideals, and even claim to know Your mind, but when they open their mouths, the truth is known. 

By their actions, they show their quality, like a counterfeit treasure held up to a master’s eye. 

Their fear is not of You, but of the thoughts and laws of men. 

But I still love the Lord, for He is good and just. 

Whom do I fear, when He counsels me and renews my spirit? 

Whom will I tremble before, when He strengthens my body and sharpens my mind? 

Speak for me, God, and know that I desire to be an instrument of both Your peace and justice. 

Protect me from the arrow that flies by day, terrors of the night, and false friends. 

Show me discernment and keep my heart true to the calling I have been given. 

What can I give back to God for the blessings He has poured out on me? 

I’lll lift high the cup of salvation, as a toast to God, 

I’ll pray in the name of God,

And I will fulfill the promises that I made to Him.