A Spy’s Prayer
I am Caleb.
I am a scout.
I have had my wilderness experience.
I have seen the disobedience of my fathers.
I have seen the Promised Land,
but I am not yet inhabiting it.
And the fruit: it is worth it.
I’m in the minority, on that one: “it is worth it.”
The majority say, “We are not able to go up against the people for they are too strong for us.”
But, if I must be a giant-killer in order to eat the fruit, then train me, Oh God!
Equip me with a sword.
Thank you for seeing to it that I am part of a fighting army, led by a Moses, a Moses who prays, “Let the power of the Lord be great, just as You have declared. The LORD is slow to anger and abundant in lovingkindness, forgiving iniquity and transgression…”
Make me brave, Oh God!
Give me courage.
Keep my eyes fixed on the prize: On You. On the Promised Land,
So that I may accomplish the purpose You have appointed for me.
For the love of Jesus, and for His glory alone,