My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?" Psalm 42:10
We have an enemy whose chief desire is to cause us pain. As individuals - as the Body of Christ - he hates us. There is nothing he will not do to harm us. His greatest pleasure is found when we are in mortal agony, so just imagine what he feels when the Body turns on itself. Like a cancer, spiritual pride has been the downfall of many in the church.
Lord, I am easily angered by those who judge me - by those who look down upon me for the splinters in my eyes. Help them to see that Your greatest desire is unity - Your greatest desire is wholeness. Teach me to forgive those who may never seem to understand the power of Your touch. The enemy may be taunting, but I know where You are. Stay beside me, Spirit. Keep me from anger. Keep me from agony.