Sunday Prayer: Hopeless

I have some not-so-polite things to pray today, God,
starting with:

You suck.

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Also:

You’re falling down on the job.

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Where is your balm to the brokenhearted
when pain is looped publicly on video
for voyeurism and ratings?

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Is there no more freedom
your Spirit can breathe upon those
most strangled, most strained, most encumbered
by centuries of hatred?

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Where is your fulfillment of justice
in heaven or on earth?
Have the stars taken all your attention
in resolving their quarrels with far-flung moons?

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Did you stop helping
after you fulfilled your promise to Jacob?
Were you too tired after the journey across the wilderness?
Was it just too much when they killed Christ?

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Have you kept faith forever
to yourself while we cast around
looking for hope worth holding onto?

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The prisoners are on strike,
the hungry are desperate,
the ignorant feel righteous,
the bowed down are drowning,
the strangers are turned away,
but sure: let’s carry on with loud praises to
the God who teases us across generations.

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on Psalm 146

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Rachel G. Hackenberg is a United Church of Christ (US) minister, soccer mom, blogger, and author. Her book Sacred Pause plays with words to refresh our relationship with The Word.
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