Creator, a Creature and Cops

You are allowing me to walk among a peculiar people.


Getting up the learning curve of police culture is a process.  Missionaries are sent to lands with different languages, ways and expectations.  The law enforcement community is a foreign country to me.  The deeper I go, the more I rely on You.  Are discomfort, "aha!" moments and adrenal dumps Your ways of keeping my eyes on You?  They're working.

I often feel inadequate, uncertain, a little scared.  Your sons and daughters have guns, knives, dogs, armor.  I have a Bible and I know how to pray.  How could I serve unless You called?  I heard You call; it'd be nice to hear You over doubts.

I hear You in their doubts.  On the radio, between calls, over snacks and meals, I hear You through them.  Do they hear You through me?  Seeing the spiritual impact of coffee, donuts and burgers is difficult some days.  Introducing people to You seems a lesser thing when I'm trying to stay awake on third shift.

You are teaching me police culture. Fixing my eyes on You reveals cops often feel inadequate, uncertain, a little scared.  Worship helps me see; helps me serve.  Worship helps me recover.

Bad dreams, hypervigilance and cynicism require recovery.  Your radiance jealously smothers my ills.  Prayer allows me to go again; to listen again; to wait again; to learn and laugh again.

May my work reveal You.

You are allowing me to walk among a peculiar people.