February 2, 2022
Is Something Out There: A Prayer
O Lord, is something out there?
That’s what
people are wondering,
if something is out there,
because
something out there,
way out there,
beaming radio signals
every eighteen minutes;
and so,
people are wondering,
what’s out there,
who’s out there,
what’s going on out there
(E.T. left behind again,
calling home again?).
But that’s
not the only thing
people are wondering,
wondering too
if you’re out there,
if you’re somewhere,
if you’re anywhere any more,
so little contact,
so little communication,
so few close encounters,
mainly silence,
mainly absence,
mainly nothing;
more and more people
believing less and less
in you,
believing more that
UFOs really exist
than they do that
you really exist.
And I wonder too, O Lord, not wonder if you are there
(congenital believer I be),
but wonder if
your silence
your word,
your absence
your answer,
your not acting
your acting;
your silence
your judgement
on your people gone deaf;
your absence
your answer
to your people
who want you to
bless them
but not
mess with them;
your not acting
your acting,
your way of waiting
as you wonder,
wonder
when
will your people
listen to you, answer you, obey you;
wonder
when
will we be
your word, your answer, your action
in a world that desperately needs
a word,
an answer,
action.
And that is my prayer, O Lord, that we would
start listening
to your word, for your word, your word of
truth; and
stop listening
to everyone else’s words, words that are
anything but true;
stop listening to our fears and prejudices
and suspicions;
stop listening to the worst in us
and in others;
start answering you
with obedience; and
stop obeying
politicians and opinionators;
stop obeying
our angers and resentments;
stop obeying
our self-serving wants and needs;
start acting
for your sake, and
stop acting
simply for our own sake;
stop acting
on what is false;
stop acting
like idiots.
Grace us
with faith enough, courage enough, love enough to be
your presence
in a culture in which most
no longer believe in you,
UFOs more real,
and make
your reality
real again.
And we pray, O Lord, that you would help
those whose lives lie in ruins
to build them up once more in hope;
that you would repair
the hearts and minds and souls of
those who are devastated;
that you would heal and comfort
the ill and dying and grieving;
and through us
feed the hungry, house the homeless, offer refuge
to the refugees of this world.
And no matter
how grim
things may be
you would lift us all
in hope
and thanksgiving.
O Lord, who knows what is out there
beaming signals
every eighteen minutes;
but this I do know, that
you are there
and here
and everywhere
signaling us
every minute,
close encounters of the most wonderful kind,
if only we would
believe.
Amen.