Right now it is achingly clear, heartbreakingly, angrily,
clear, that we who believe that God is love and is present, is also a God who
is hidden sometimes, sometimes when we are most in need. The Psalmist cried out, "How long, O
Lord, How Long!?
How long?
Too long.
That seems to be the answer right now.
Even Jesus had a "moment." My Lord, my Lord, why have you forsaken
me?" Why? Why have you forsaken us? Why have you allowed creepy, cruel, greedy,
uncompassionate, destructive people to rise to power and destroy so much that
is good? Why do you let childish
cosplayers blow some of your children out of the water, and blow apart schools
full of children, and boast about it?
Why do you let spiritual lightweights lecture a Pope who is literally
quoting you?
Why do you let masked thugs throw innocents into
concentration camps where they wither away?
Why do you let people who would plunder the planet
destroy forests and rivers, and violate sacred sites?
Why do you let the political bullies like Putin and
Netanyahu, and Trump flourish?
Why? Why? Why?
I realize, Lord, that you are way more loving than I can
ever be.
I realize that you are more patient.
I realize that you see more than I see
I realize that I, too, am a mess who does harmful things,
who slides into anger and hate, greed and other destructive things. And I am thankful that you are patient and
loving, forgiving, and restorative.
But Lord, I struggle with those who harm and divide, who
grab and devour, who rape, and have no regret.
Only a desire for more, more, more.
This morning, as I watched the sunrise, I rejoiced, but
my joy was blurred by tears
Lord, I am perplexed and confused. I am tired.
I am tired of my own stupidity
I am tired of the stupidity of those around me.
I am tired that we keep choosing poorly.
I am frustrated that you keep loving and forgiving and
working to repair and restore
And we keep doing the same things we human creatures have
always done
And keep getting what we have always gotten.
Pain, destruction, death, injustice, inequity
Hunger, poverty, war.
Why?
When?
How Long
How?
These are my prayers of desperation
There seems to be no answer
But against all hope
I believe
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