“Sorrows arise in my heart as I contemplate how sexual sin continues to destroy lives. So many seasons have passed, but no matter how often I seek your face for hope, lament after lament has followed my footsteps as I hear a knocking on the door of my office and know that a particular kind of pain will break the room’s quiet. I tried to fill this space with good books, well-sung melodies, and beautiful pictures that would remind me of you, hoping to find solace and to give each traveling soul a path to walk in the light. I tried to understand evil and how to lead people in repentance, hoping that the theology I master can be enough to quench the burning coals of sexual immorality. But this grief, often unspoken, is a burden that I still struggle to bear well in suffering. Why, Father, have you placed a broken man like me in a ministry where I am  ...