Sunday, February 9, 2014

Breaking Heart


OH Father God,
My God.
My heart is broken this morning. Broken, cracked and split open. And if mine is how much more yours? If I who love your people haphazardly, crookedly and conditionally, if I love them and am moved by the lostness, how much more are You?
How much more you must hurt when you see your little children, these little lambs, devoured by wolves? How much more do you weep than me. Me, who sits here this morning with tears streaming down my face?
Father, how can I help? Please, please how can I help?
The pain, the utter emptiness, that echoes in the voices and souls of a people led astray, of a people deceived by the liar breaks my heart.
My heart is breaking this morning. We, the Church, have acknowledged your power, but we do not ask you to employ it. We ask for band aids when we need surgery. We ask for a sip when we need an IV.
Oh, God.
This seductive world pulls and draws and promises. And yet it robs, deceives and strangles once it holds our hands. This world and the prince who commands the air around it is swallowing up people whole.
And  your people sit and judge and criticize and dismiss. We analyze and theorize. We suggest and offer antidotes. But God, you call us to enter the fray. To get dirty hands. To have calloused knees and muddy shoes and crusted clothing. But we are far too concerned about remaining pristine in case you come. We leave the man on the side of the road because we have duties to fulfill and obligations to carry.
And they are bleeding and wounded and we walk right on by—because those who are wounded shout and yell. They try to hide their hurt and their pain and cover it with loud bravado and blatant rebellion. They are hurting. Wounded. And we walk right on by because we think they are just shouting to be heard.
Show me what to do, Lord. Show me how to honestly, truly be the Good Samaritan. How to be the one who does not walk right on by. Show me how to be the one who will stop and carry your little lamb to the inn.

Please, my God. My God. Please.

Amen and amen

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