I don’t want to sacrifice my comfort, but that is what God is asking of me.  What shall I do Lord, knowing what you ask of me, constantly threatened to give way to the undertow of my own self importance?  When will this narcissistic yearning end?  We both know that I am incapable of answering your call for my life while simultaneously listening to internal urges.  What then of those within the Church who bid me follow siren’s call, shall I walk away from them, rebuking as I go?  Shall I join them on the satin couch, reclining as the Great Day of Lord draws unavoidably near?  How might I approach someone else to rouse them from slumber when I am rubbernecking in my own sedentary saddle?

Give me peace Lord, the peace that surpasses my own inadequate capacity to discern.  Let me take the actions of my destiny, relinquishing any harbored dream of conducting the orchestra within my own sonnet.  Give me courage to lose sight of the shoreline following you to the other side of the lake, where You said we must go.  Take from me this foolish desire to quell the pull of change.  Give me Your power, gentleness, kindness and patience so that my words remain Yours, such that they do not see me be instead hear only Your Call.  Wake us from our disobedience slumber at the entrance to the garden.  Give us vigilant hearts, diligent minds and obedient spirits.

What fool am I to rest while enemies march upon our summit?  What idle recklessness is this thing in my heart that calls me to serve my own ideas when all that we hold Holy is threatened?  Where is my good sense when all five continuously seek the bitter, temporary and unfulfilling taste of sin over lasting righteousness, prayer and truth?  Make of me a man of character in this vital moment of my history.  Make my legacy that of a man who made the choice to serve God above all else, even my own voice.  Remove this susceptibility to the forces tugging my feet away from the skinny path.  Remind my feet upon which Rock they stand.  I shall not be moved for I am a man created in the image of God, not in the frail timidity of mortality or futile, despair of disobedient angels.  My call is clear, please Father let it remain so until the day of my transition to eternal worship.  Let me come home without regret knowing that I was a good and faithful servant for Your Everlasting Kingdom.

Hear my prayers of God.  Heal my heart, give me strength and courage to stand even when to do so costs me everything.  Your Will be served by the Church and all within.  In Jesus’ Name.