Hear Our Cries, O Lord: (Psalm 13:1-2, NIV)
“How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?”
#Aleppo #AlyanKurdi #Syria
“How long will you hide your face from me?”
#ReturnOurGirls #childsoldiers #MMIW
“How long must I wrestle with my thoughts…”
#endthestigma #poverty #homelessness
“…and day after day have sorrow in my heart?”
#SandraBland #PhilandoCastile #TerenceCrutcher
“How long will my enemy triumph over me?”
#DoctrineofDiscovery #NativeLivesMatter #lament
Look on Us and Have Mercy: (Psalm 13:3-4, The Message)
“Take a good look at me, God, my God;”
#Orlando #genderequity #bodyshaming
“I want to look life in the eye,”
#incarceration #lynching #deathpenalty
“So no enemy can get the best of me…”
#misogyny #humantrafficking #residentialschools
“or laugh when I fall on my face.”
#refugee #immigrant #saytheirnames
We Long for Your Deliverance: (Psalm 13:5-6, ESV)
“But I have trusted in your steadfast love;”
#MotherEmanuel #FaithfullyLGBT
“my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.”
#withjusticeforall #untilallarefree
“I will sing to the Lord,”
#blessingnotburden #reconciliation
“because he has dealt bountifully with me.”
#KyrieEleison
Amen.
Now that the garbage and recycling have been picked up, only a few remnants of Christmas remain in our house. There’s that one card stuck on the wall still, the decorative fake tree guarding our front door, and a few remaining bites of Margaret’s speculaas cookies in the kitchen. Oh, and lest I forget, the string of lights above the gutter, waiting for a warmer day, when I can pull the ladder out to take them down. With New Year’s resolutions disciplining our bellies and school rhythms regulating our sleep schedules once again, our Christmas celebrations have been done around here for a few days already.
Muddied Prayers 