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Author's note: The following is part of a satirical series modeled on the Screwtape Letters.

A year and a half ago, a small faith community in central New Jersey found themselves in the midst of despair, with little hope of relief.

Nehemiah could not ignore the dangerous state of the city he loved. The gates had been burned and it all needed rebuilding. Nehemiah knew that a city in such a broken state, facing constant threat, would never be able to thrive.

I’m driving down a dirt road somewhere in Western Kenya. It has been raining heavily in recent days, so the consistency of the surface of the road is something like semi-melted butter. I’m with my friend and colleague, a pastor at a local church.