Lord, let my greatest ministry
Be one unknown to all but Thee.
Not a leader, still less a saint,
Nor yet with virtues all attained:
I humbly ask to simply be
All that Thou wouldst make of me.
Let not the pride of pulpit's place
Forestall my will to seek Thy face;
No, let my greatest glory be
In silent joy to fight for Thee.
This was my calling, first and last,
And shall be 'til my days are past.
Lord, march to war, Thy zeal unclasp;
Thy hammer here awaits Thy grasp.
Note to My Readers: from mid-June to mid-August (6/18 - 8/20), I will be taking a summer break from posting new articles for my Thursday and Friday slots. This will only affect my Thursday series on the global growth of Christianity, and my Friday series, the "Theological Bestiary" of birds, both of which will resume in late August. During the summer, I'll be dusting off some of my best essays from the first few years of this blog (a decade ago), as well as my verse play "Thus Ends the World," and re-posting them in the Thursday and Friday slots. All other weekdays will continue to feature new material throughout the summer.