February 8, 2023
“I Learned a New Medical Term”: A Prayer
O Lord, the other day at the pulmonologist’s office I learned a
new medical term,
a special term most specialized,
a technical term most technical,
a scientific term most scientific,
this term:
wonky;
that’s what the
physician’s assistant said
reducing the dose of prednisone I am taking
did to me:
made me
wonky,
as in
unstable, unsteady,
teetering, tottering,
wobbly, woozy, wheezy,
winded,
weak,
in a word,
wonky;
but
I don’t have to be on prednisone to
feel wonky; just
listening to the news
about the non-stop violence
does it, leaving me
teetering, tottering, teeter-tottering,
up and down,
hopeful and despairing; and
hearing the news
about a Congress dysfunctional
definitely does it,
nothing ever done
other than
one side
making sure
nothing ever done by
other side,
both sides
pleased with how much they have done to assure
nothing ever done,
leaving me unstable, unsteady,
because
country unstable, unsteady,
because politicians unstable, unsteady; and
reading the news
about cruelty, hatred, anti-Semitism,
really does it,
leaving me wobbly, woozy, wheezy,
out of breath, nearly
out of hope,
so appalling,
so abysmal,
so abhorrent,
disgusting and dismaying
such things are;
in a word,
wonky
is what I feel;
and no wonder:
our culture,
our society,
our world,
all wonky,
all shaky,
all teetering,
on the brink.
But wonky not quite say it, Lord, need another medical term to
truly say it, like this term:
sick;
that works, at least for me;
the violence,
the pathetic politicians,
the cruelty, hatred, prejudice,
sickening;
a sickness
at the heart of
our culture, our society, or world;
no other way to explain it,
sick,
leaving many of us
sick at heart;
and
if left
untreated,
neglected,
ignored,
for too long,
another medical term
may apply,
this term:
terminal.
O Lord, before it all overtakes us, before it is too late,
before a dire prognosis is pronounced,
open our eyes
to what is happening to us,
how serious the sickness is,
the consequences of doing nothing;
grant us
the courage
to undergo
the treatment required,
the remedy recommended,
the therapy necessary,
to become
healthy once more;
like
police and the people they serve
sitting down together and talking with one another about
what both face day after day, the fear they feel
walking out the door every morning,
going on patrol or going to the store,
the fear they won’t come home that night,
understanding one another,
re-establishing trust of one another,
helping one another be safe;
like
parents being parents,
aware of what children feeling,
aware of isolation and anger felt,
aware of what doing online,
not ignoring, but responding
before their child and they themselves make the news;
like
leaders and legislators actually
leading and legislating in such ways that
lead to less violence;
like
politicians
becoming
servants
again,
serving the common good
rather than
serving their own good;
politicians
coming together, collaborating, compromising
for the good of the nation;
politicians no longer
practicing poisonous politics, but
promoting productive policies;
like
being Christians
who refuse to
join culture’s chorus of cruelty,
allow the hate of haters to make a home within them,
swallow the stupid stupidities the prejudiced spout,
but are kind, loving, unafraid;
help us to
endure the treatment,
take the remedy,
do the therapy,
and be rid of the sickness so sickening and sad.
And we remember, O Lord, those easily forgotten in our preoccupation
with our own problems: the ill, the suffering and hurting,
the dying, the grieving, the despairing, and the hungry
and homeless and refugees around the world;
heal, be with, comfort, console, lift up, and provide
food and housing and safe haven through your
people, through us.
O Lord, I learned a new medical term the other day, a term
not medical at all of course, yet
a term that well describes what
many, many of us, are feeling
in a culture, a society, a world like ours:
wonky;
may your presence
steady us;
may your love
stabilize us;
may your Spirit
strengthen us;
so that we are
wonky no longer,
sick no longer, but
well
at last.
Amen.