The world continues to feel heavy. Some times are more difficult than others.
In those seasons: may we each pray, in our own ways.
Light a candle, recite a verse, cry out in anguish.
Offer up a psalm of lament.
Vent the frustration and anger, fists shaking unto the heavens.
Acknowledge our own small place in the infinite cosmos. Acknowledge our own small understanding. Acknowledge our own small motives and fears and desires.
Take deep breaths. Speak healing words.
Whatever your tradition and custom and comfort level leads you to do: do that.
May we give it up, let it out, and then — listen.
Listen to the stories, the questions. Listen for the view from above and the view from the ground. Listen for perspective and for detail.
Listen to the loud voices, listen to the quiet ones, and listen for the still, small voice underneath it all.
May we all listen and seek to discern.
I understand that some people think it doesn’t matter — the praying, the listening. I understand some people don’t think it will make a difference.
But I believe it, so what kind of person would I be if I neglected to fall on my knees?
May we fall on our knees together, or raise our arms to the sky, may we pour out our hearts and hold each others’ hands.
Lament. Listen. Pray.
I’m posting a few words of midweek encouragement here for you — and for me — over the summer.