Dear God

I don’t know exactly how far away You are—how many light years Your throne is from where I am. I just know you are somewhere behind those brilliant, beautiful stars in the sky tonight. Maybe farther…

The gentle wind blows cold out here in the open. It is so quiet, I cannot hear a sound but the chirping notes of the crickets.

Almighty Father, the world is getting more and more evil and dangerous with each passing day, although it seems to be very peaceful and quiet tonight. I wonder how most people feel, unaware of Your Master Plan. But I know many think the world is marching slowly into the path of a chillingly dark, ominous future. I can imagine people struggling to stay afloat in a Herculean vortex swirling the world down to its deepest, darkest trench.

I could very well be one of those people, were it not for the calling you have extended to me through my parents. And so, we know that even as the world trudges closer and closer to its apparent destruction, it also draws closer and closer to that hopeful, climactic time of Your return to this earth, to usher in the most awaited time since the beginning of the world.

I treasure, beyond words can express, this privilege You have given me, to qualify to help call those living in the Millennium, and beyond. It is, to me, an indescribable feeling, more than unspeakable joy, to be chosen from about 50,000 people, and prepared for a position of rulership and service in that soon-coming world.

This realization often makes me wonder: “I am a nobody.” There are people, like my classmates back in school, who are more rich, more popular, more handsome, more powerful, and more intelligent, than me. But even if it were possible, I will not trade this priceless opportunity for riches, popularity, looks, power, or intelligence.

I realize it is perfect character that You are after. With your Spirit leading me to understand Your plans, purposes, and truths, I am striving to overcome and resist Satan, his present society, and my human nature. Probably Satan snickers every instant I would slip, but I will never give up. I am preparing for that time when Your Spirit will finally be dwelling within me, after baptism, to strengthen me to do Your will, and to develop Your perfect character.

As the days grow more and more evil and dangerous, please remember Your Church, Your called-out ones. Please give us the drive, the means, and the urgency to support the preaching of the gospel of Your kingdom to this sick and dying world. Finally, please abundantly bless Your Work through the increasingly difficult times ahead.

In three more hours, a new day will dawn. Please help me, Father, to make this day—and every day—a day of preparation and growth, toward Your glorious kingdom.