Haunted by the Headlines

A post-Easter prayer

A jet goes down. A ferry sinks.
A semi hits a bus.
There’s a shooting at an Army base again.
A student stabs his classmates.
A landslide buries scores.
The headlines of the past month have been grim.

Their pain feels like Good Friday.
Why has God forsaken them?
The joy of Easter’s hidden in a tomb.
The fear of waiting nightmares
robs the weary of their sleep
as they brace to face the fiery breath of gloom.

Risen Christ, please hold the hurting
with Your wounded nail-pierced hands.
Having suffered, You can help the suffering.
May Your empathy and comfort
offer hope amid despair.
May Your presence prompt their broken hearts to sing.

A Prayer for Oso

Calling on the Creator for those impacted by the mudslide

O Lord, be near that little town
now buried underneath the ground.
They lift their eyes unto the hills.
Where will their help come from?

God, grant the grieving grace to trust
as searchers sift through mud and dust
while undermined by weather woes
and overwhelmed by time.

Assist those working ’round the clock
who dig through rubble, sand and rock
intent on finding those who died
who didn’t stand a chance.

Be near the families who now face
the dreaded news for which they’ve braced.
Give pastors who must speak for You
the words to ease their pain.

And for a stunned community
blindsided by this tragedy,
I pray that they will turn to You
acknowledging their loss.

Lord, have mercy!

A Christmas Prayer

Acknowledging the essence of this holy day

Almighty One,
we call You Emmanuel
(God-with-us)
because of this day.

On this magical morning
(and every Christmas morning)
we attempt to wrap our minds around a mystery
that exceeds our ability to fully understand.

You, who created the world,
visited our world as
One-with-us.
You, who made the Milky Way,
suckled human milk from a virgin’s breast.
You, who called the seven seas into existence,
cried salty tears in need of being comforted.
You, who rested on the seventh day of creation,
slept within a feeding trough filled with hay.

On this Christmas Day,
we recall the extraordinary strides You took
stepping across time and space
in order to experience life-with-us.
Laying aside Your glory,
You clothed Yourself in our skin exposing Yourself
to the sin of our making.

And after two-thousand years the sin of our making
continues to manifest itself all around us.
Having endured our human condition,
You ache with us, God.

But on those silent nights
when Your presence seems absence,
remind us that You personally relate to our plight
as we suffer in silence.

Admittedly, while we sing “Joy to the World,”
there is not much joy in our world.
Homelessness and hunger,
injustice and poverty,
abuse at home and war abroad
undermine our joy.

These chronic realities
prevent us from experiencing
the life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
our founding fathers pictured.

We deck the halls with boughs of holly,
but our hearts are draped in despair.
Unemployment is rampant.
Gun violence is unprecedented.
The political process is demoralizing.
Our personal and national debt is on the increase
while church attendance is in steady decline.

As much of our nation dreams of a White Christmas,
many of us are dreaming of a day
when the moral courage of a beloved black leader
would increasingly mark our lives.
Thank You for Nelson Mandela’s example of forgiveness,
his pursuit of justice and his championing of human rights.

Yes, today we mark the birthday of the Prince of Peace
even as the death of a peace-loving president
continues to occupy our attention.
The global grief surrounding Mandela’s passing
reminds us how a single life can alter the course of history.
Jesus did.

So did Moses,
Esther, Mohamed, Copernicus,
Luther, Lincoln, Gandhi,
Graham, King and Teresa.
And we can.

May we honor this day
with more than carol-singing,
over-eating or gift-giving.
May our presence in this world
be the gift that keeps on giving.
Amen.

A Prayer for High School Graduates

Talking to the Almighty about our children

Almighty God, the Scriptures remind us our children are a gift from You. With holy awe and a sense of wonder we received these priceless treasures gift-wrapped with potential. In no time these miniature persons were kindergarten-bound, where they found just how much there was to learn. But You helped them, Lord. You fed their curiosity and infused their little minds with big thoughts.

As they matriculated year after year from elementary school through middle school, we marveled at their ability to make the grade. Gratefully, You bolstered their self-confidence when bullies attempted to undermine their self-worth. And then, as they entered high school, You looked on as they focused on maintaining a high GPA with an eye on the colleges of their dreams.

And now here they stand on the threshold of adulthood. Won?t You walk with them, Father, as they pass through this wide-open door? In many ways they seem adequately prepared to embrace the opportunities and challenges that await them. In other ways, they still resemble those little tykes we sent off to school so long ago with their big backpacks. Now as then, they have cause to fear what is so unfamiliar. Please protect them.

Grace them, God, with a thirst for knowledge and an appetite for understanding. As they continue to calculate facts and figures, help them translate the truths they encounter into attitudes and actions that guard the dignity of others. In their grasping of wisdom, may they open their hearts to those in need. Give them compassion and humility as they stand up for those put down by society.

Heavenly Father, as their capacity for understanding Your world expands, increase their ability to know You and trust Your plans for their lives. Amen.

A Prayer for Oklahoma

Interceding for tornado victims

It’s not OK in OKC
for Moore is less (it seems to me).
Less joyful and less confident
that life will turn out good.

The winds of chance blew tragically
destroying much that used to be
and in the process stole the lives
of victims young and old.

As Oklahoma grieves its dead
and groans in unexpected dread,
a watching nation blinks back tears
and bends its knees in prayer.

O God, who hears each pleading cry
and aches with us when loved ones die,
be near to these who’ve lost it all
and must continue on.

Restore their will to stretch and reach.
Reveal Your truth to those who preach
that hope rekindled will renew
the faith of hurting souls.