Holy Christ, Prince of Peace, Pioneer of our faith,
I find myself immersed in the words of Psalm 137.
Even though I do not wish actual harm on people or their children or their animals, I can feel the urge – lingering at the edges of the least-evolved, least-sanctified, least-formed parts of my reptilian brain.
I see those who are hurt, who are afraid, who grieve, who are rejected, who are caught in the trap of lives, who have been retaliated against… I cannot count them. Their emotions hit me like waves.
I hear the words of people who said “Chance… not her… won’t matter… economics… emails… alternative facts.” And I long to flip their tables, slap their hands, shriek until their ears bleed.
I am not overcome because I continue to put one foot in front of the other. I continue to resist, to persist, to intercede, to pray against, to lift a fist in solidarity and in peace…
And it is that last part that is exhausting.
How can a revolution be a revelation?
Help me to breathe. Help me to listen. Help me to lift up and build up. I don’t think I can yet let go of the urge to pray for pain and destruction, but I can ask for you to channel this for me. I have the burning. Open for me a way that needs this fire. Open a door that leads to this passion. Open a path that I can blaze, with others, behind you- toward truth, freedom, and life for all creation.
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