My Dear Lord,
Send me. Send me where the battle rages and the wall has been penetrated, that I might stand in the gap. Send me where the arrows fly and danger lurks at every turn. Send me into the darkness that I may defy it in Your name, causing it to flee at the sight of Your glory. Send me to the place men tremble to consider, to hearts which love their own destruction and to people who know not You. Send me out like a sheep to the slaughter, like a man condemned to bear his cross, that I may follow in Your footsteps. Send me where the wilderness and desert collide, that I may learn how to make it a place of springs. Send me far from all I've hoped or known, that heaven alone may be my sanctuary. Send me into famine, that I may learn to eat of the Bread of Life; send me into nakedness that I may find dress in Your blood and righteousness. Send me to the place that daily begs my death-and teach me to give it without reserve. Send me to the place where I can best fall to the ground; me, a small kernel of grain, producing a hundredfold for Your Kingdom.
Perhaps I tremble to ask such of You. But Your hand will not lead me where Your grace will not keep me. And when You are through, I shall come forth as gold. And the Church, oh may it be, will increase to the glory of Your worthy name.
Amen.
