a restless prayer in perilous times

my-hands-2-27-17O Lord, our God, our times are perilous; our days o’ershadowed by threat of war, our nights, enshrouded by fear of what sorrow, whether on this land or half a world away, may befall before next light. Rocketry’s spears aim skyward, targets in sight, tipped with bombs; the only purpose of launch to rain doom and death. Leaders, comme des enfants terribles, trumpeting infantile bellicose threats of annihilation, disfigure the face of diplomacy and threaten to make nonviolent, even if uneasy resolution less an imagined ideal and more an impossibility.

O Lord, our God, though You ne’er herald our liberty from all trial and tribulation nor that our hearts ne’er will be made anxious by what transpires in time and space at the hands of despotic human wills, You alway assure, come what may, come whene’er, as Your Apostle saith, “that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from (Your) love in Christ Jesus our Lord.”[1] By Your Spirit, O Lord, our God, speaking, breathing through us “with sighs too deep for words,”[2] let us pray for Your presence and power to cleave to the impregnable peace of this Your eternal promise.

Amen.

 

Footnotes:

[1] Romans 8.38-39

[2] Romans 8.26

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4 thoughts on “a restless prayer in perilous times

  1. Thank you Paul for this prayer!! These are terrifying times! When I got home late last night I briefly caught up on the headlines to see if I even needed to set the clock for work or if we’d be bombing someone!! The last thing I did last night was read this prayer! It gave me peace enough to sleep. So grateful for God’s love above all else!! And for YOU for writing this prayer! I’m guessing many of us will be saying it often in the coming days and weeks.

    Much love,

    Loretta

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    • Loretta, the…my anxiety and fear about the current ratcheting up of nuclear talk and threat have been swirling around in my bowels for some…many days; finally taking voice in this prayer. I pray the words and sentiments may bring a measure, a semblance of human calm, if not also heavenly peace. Come what may, we are, I believe, nestled in God’s hands or, as Lazarus at the gate discovered to his delight, in the bosom of Abraham. Love, always

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