August 25, 2021
It Was a Baseball Game of All Things: A Prayer
O Lord, it was a baseball game of all things,
played in a cornfield of all places,
a major league game
played on the original
Field of Dreams field
of movie fame;
that’s what
got me thinking,
thinking
about a voice
whispering in the cornstalks,
whispering to an Iowa farmer,
whispering,
“If you build it, he will come;”
and build it
he did,
a baseball field,
and come
he did,
a baseball player,
once banned from the game,
long dead,
suddenly
a second chance;
and others came too,
a second chance for them;
a dream come true,
playing again;
and for the farmer too
a dream come true,
watching them
play again;
but
the dream that truly came true was
the dream at the heart of all his dreams,
the dream he didn’t even know he had been dreaming
until he saw him on the field,
his father,
long dead,
long a stranger to him,
strangers to one another,
suddenly a
second chance
for them;
“He will come,”
the voice had said,
and his father did come,
the one he most needed to come,
and with him came
forgiveness, reconciliation, peace,
as they played catch on a
field of dreams.
O Lord, that’s what got me thinking,
got me going,
and now has
got me praying,
praying
that
the one we most need to come
will come;
praying the dream,
the dream at the heart of all our dreams,
the dream we don’t even know we’re dreaming,
the dream
that you,
the one who is
our Father,
will come,
and with you,
the one to whom we are often strangers,
will come
forgiveness, reconciliation, peace.
And
I am praying this
because
even though we talk a lot about your presence with us,
many days it is your absence from us
we feel;
I am praying this
because
to look at
our lives, our nation, our world,
is to conclude that
we have become strangers to you, and
you to us;
I am praying this
because
many days
it's hard not to think
that you have stepped aside
and finally given us
what we want,
not your will being done,
but our will being done;
and just look
at what we have done,
just look at what we have done
to ourselves,
to others,
to our nation,
to our world, to your earth;
I am praying this
because
surely you must be
so angry with us (Maybe it's time we
cool our anger at others and think about
your anger at us);
so disgusted with us (Shall I start with
politics and violence and
cruelty?);
so sick of our sin (It seems we have
forgotten the bit
about no other gods);
so sad, so heartbroken,
the children you love
children you now barely recognize;
so I am praying this,
so much do we need
you to come,
so much do we need
to be forgiven, to be reconciled to you and to one another,
to be at peace with you and
all your children.
O Lord, there are days, there are days when I think that
if only we would listen,
we would hear the Spirit
whisper,
“If you build it, he will come.”
Build what?
Build a life
in which there is
room for you,
time for you,
hearts open to you;
build a nation
which is truly willing to be
a nation under you,
a nation guided by you,
a nation accountable to you, a nation in which
reverence for you, respect for others, reconciliation with all
define us;
build a world
with people courageous enough
to treat the earth tenderly and
to dare peace.
There are days,
when I think that
you are waiting,
waiting to see if we truly want you to come,
waiting to see whose will we want done,
waiting to see if we will welcome you.
So I keep praying that
you will not have to wait
much longer.
O Lord, come to those who truly do seek you and need you,
those who are fleeing Afghanistan and all refugees,
those who are battling the coronavirus or other diseases;
those who suffer with chronic illness;
those who are grieving;
those struggling to get back on their feet;
Heal, comfort, console, strengthen, lift them up.
And move us to be your presence with them, and
bring your love and hope to them.
O Lord, grace us with the faith that keeps dreaming
the dream at the heart of all our dreams:
the dream
of you,
our Father, our Mother, our Maker,
our Lord and Lover
with us;
the dream
of forgiveness, reconciliation, peace
coming true
in of all places a place
more unlikely than a field in a cornfield,
our life,
our nation,
our world.
Amen.