October 5, 2022
“I Could Scream”: A Prayer
O Lord, I could scream, so tired I am of political ads
running during the morning news
morning after morning,
same ads aired
again and again,
and still five weeks to go until
Election Day,
five more weeks of
morning after morning
same ads running;
but who's kidding who,
start up again
day after election,
running until
next Election Day,
then start all over again,
eternal,
never ending,
forever and ever
amen;
and yes,
I know, I know, I know,
don't have to listen,
hit mute on remote,
just turn off;
but the thing is,
want to
stay connected,
stay current,
stay conscious, and
prefer TV news,
so old-fashioned I am,
still take Sunday paper,
so yesterday I am,
internet news not do it,
so past my best-used-by date I am;
and yes,
know all about
media bashing,
media blasting,
media blaming,
but still, need
the media,
the press,
the news,
so yes,
still watch
even though
some mornings,
many mornings,
most mornings,
I could
scream.
O Lord, it's like being in a torture chamber with the same
grating music
played over and over,
until do scream and would
believe anything,
if that would
make it stop;
and maybe that's
the idea,
get us to
believe anything;
and the scary thing is
many people do
believe
anything;
believe
to be true
what hear again and again;
believe
must be true
or wouldn't be run again and again;
believe
has to be true,
because
so many keep saying it again and again;
that's the idea,
the idea of those who
dream up,
plan out,
write down,
political ads,
masters of
distortion,
deception,
disinformation,
duplicity
as fun,
dishonesty
as a laugh;
liar, liar
pants on fire,
liar for hire,
mired in mire
(How do they live with themselves?);
I could
scream.
O Lord, the doctors are worried about all the scans I've had,
worried about
being exposed to
too much radiation;
I worry more about
being exposed to
too many political ads,
like radiation
that can cause
cancer,
but this cancer killing
truth,
decency,
civility;
and so I pray
that we would have
sense enough
to question
what we hear,
not accept
opinion as truth,
actually think through the issues,
do a little digging, a little researching, a little fact-checking, and
sort out the
nonsense,
not listen to the
wacko wackos,
allow the Gospel
to guide us and
test what we hear
against
what is heard
in the Gospel;
that we would have
sense enough
not to fall for the
fears from the fear factories,
not to love the
lies from the liar labs,
not to arm ourselves with the
anger from the anger arsenals;
that we would have
sense enough
to take as
gospel truth
only the truth of the
Gospel.
And Lord, let us remember those we too often forget,
the ill, the suffering, the dying, the grieving, the struggling,
and the homeless, the hungry, the refugees of this world;
let us always pray that they be
healed, strengthened, comforted, consoled,
lifted and fed and housed and aided;
and let us always
be there for them
in whatever way we can.
O Lord, I could scream, so tired I am of the political ads
running during the morning news
morning after morning;
open my ears
wide enough
so that they go
in one and
out the other,
not even pausing,
let alone stopping
in between,
leaving plenty of room
in the in-between
for you and your truth, so that instead of
screaming, I
smile,
and say…
Amen.