May we seek the good of wherever we have been assigned, and renounce every cultural ambition for dominion and control so that we are freed up simply “to serve,” lest we instead build a culture wherein we ourselves are served. May we be unthreatened by the strength of Babylon—she’ll collapse one day, and it’ll only take an hour —so that we beautify her in bearing witness of the better Beautiful.

May we match Wilberforce’s fervor and diligence to plant gardens in Babylon, and may we even see them bloom before we pass into the sleep of the saints—until He comes. - Stephanie Quick, Planting Gardens in Babylon