Wednesday, September 2, 2020
I’ve Just About Had It: A Prayer
O Lord, if the truth be known,
I’ve just about
had it,
not with sheltering in place,
or social distancing,
or wearing a mask,
because, well, they’re
the right things,
the smart things,
to do,
what we must do
if ever we are to get control over the coronavirus,
get beyond it,
get back to some sense of normal.
Other things
the problem,
like
politics,
poisonous politics poisoning politics,
perverted political ads perverting,
politicians pontificating,
peddling pious promises,
pouncing;
new national anthem aired:
“O say can you
Be afraid?”
No let up,
candidates canting,
campaigns clamoring,
commentators carping,
and
talking heads talking their tendentious, tedious talk,
prats prattling,
the mute on the remote
new fast friend
(Ah, sweet silence).
And then
news back on,
wanting to stay informed,
but the news
the same old noise,
annoying noise,
nervous-making noise,
(Have you seen the remote?);
two months to go
(Give me strength!).
Maybe it’s just me,
maybe everyone else enjoying
(“Let Me Entertain You” culture’s theme song),
maybe
I’m the only one who’s just about had it,
has had it.
Not only with
poisonous politics
but even more with the
senseless deaths,
senseless violence,
senseless killings;
and throw in too the
stupid behavior,
self-serving behavior,
shameless behavior
(Hey, it’s a free country, isn’t it?);
and don’t get me started on
pervasive prejudice still pervading,
hate-filled haters still spewing hatred,
all the lovely lies we love to listen to
and tell to
ourselves.
O Lord, maybe it’s just me,
then again,
maybe not;
maybe more than a few of us,
a lot of us,
have had it,
and if that is so,
teach us how
not to give up,
not give way,
not give in
and become poisoned ourselves;
how to keep having at it
even when we’ve about had it,
how to keep having it
for the sake of healing and justice and peace,
how to keep having it
for the sake of the
children.
Hope.
O Lord, teach us where to begin,
teach us that it begins
with you,
and faith,
and so
teach us to pray with the psalmist,
pray that
even though it feels like the very ground
beneath our feet
is shaking,
even though much that was once certain
is no longer certain
and is being carried away,
even though there is tumult in our land
and people rage
and politicians roar,
we will
not fear,
because
you are our refuge and our strength,
a very present help in trouble,
you are in the midst of us
and will help us
right early;
and so teach us
to be still,
to mute ourselves and all our devices,
and know
that
you are God,
that
you and you alone,
are to be exalted,
no one else,
that
you are with us and in you
we are secure.
O Lord, help us to so trust that,
have such faith,
that
fear and prejudice no longer own us
and we are set free
to have at it
and
do what you would have us do,
do what we must do,
do what we know we must do,
which is
love,
love all people,
even, especially, the prejudiced and hate-filled,
the stupid and self-serving and shameless
(you know, like I am sometimes – a lot of us sometimes?),
even prats and politicians,
even our enemies
(you know, those who don’t agree with us);
and come together
with all people
and build bridges of understanding between us;
and work together
with all people and if need be,
pressure, push, prod
politicians
to work with one another,
work for the good of all,
and if need be,
protest peacefully
until we and they do.
And, Lord, free us from our troubles enough
to remember and pray for
others
in trouble,
for those devastated by Hurricane Laura,
those battling the coronavirus,
those struggling financially because of the virus,
those forgotten amidst the current crises –
the hungry and homeless still
on the streets,
refugees still wandering the earth;
for those protesting peacefully for justice
and the police trying to keep the peace,
both at risk;
for those close to us battling cancer and other diseases,
those who are isolated and depressed,
and the children and teachers and workers
back in school;
for those who mourn the death of someone they loved,
the loss of what age has taken from them,
the end of work that gave purpose;
for those who are in a dark place and despair.
Be
their, our,
refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble,
and
support, heal, sustain, protect, comfort, lift up
them and us,
and grace us all
with peace.
Amen.