It’s a dark and heavy time in our nation. Sometimes, all I can do is cry out. To pray. To ask God to have mercy and lead. As we ponder what might bring unity in the body of Christ, may we start always in prayer:
O God of weeping mothers,
Black Lives Matter protestors –
We cry out to you for help!
You are God of us all or no God at all,
and we choose to proclaim you are God over all.
Your people need you.
The Church longs for you,
in a dry and weary land where there is only social media,
anxiety, Corona virus, shots fired.
O God we need you.
We humble ourselves before you,
yes, humble ourselves.
We turn from every wicked way we can identify,
and ask you to help us see what we cannot.
We turn our faces toward you, Jesus,
looking to the cross, you crucified.
We see all the weight and brokenness of the world
from the beginning to the end,
running right through this exact moment.
We see you suffer, bleed, die, in the street.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
O God, death could not hold you down,
It was impossible for death to keep its hold on you.
You rose, and rose, and rose and
we too can rise.
O God, may your people,
Grace and Peace,