Several years ago, I was deeply troubled with some issues at the church. Problems overwhelmed me. Perplexities piled up. Life was hard, anxiety abounded, and everywhere I looked, misunderstandings multiplied. In a discouraged moment, I decided to call my mentor, Loring Peterson. He'd know just what to do. Loring had preceeded me at the church, and I always could count on him for a good word of wisdom and encouragement. "Hey, Mark!" he answered the phone cheerfully, "How are you doing up there in the frozen tundra?" (He'd retired to Florida.) "Don't ask, Loring! It's just terrible! I have more troubles than I can count. Every time I turn around, new problems pop up. Loring, would you please pray for God to take away my problems?" I was astonished when my esteemed mentor shouted, "NO! Heavens, No!" "What? No? I thought you cared! I thought you understood! Why won't you pray for me?" "I'll pray for...