Thursday after Epiphany
January 7, 2020
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, we pray with another glance at Psalm 72. The verses offered us today jarred me when I first read them. And then they began to speak, even shout, to my spirit.
I am outraged that my country finds itself continually at the edge of violence and unrest solely on the bidding of one to whom we have entrusted our well-being.
I am beyond sick of normalizing the outrageous irresponsibility of Donald Trump. The sickness has seeped into my prayer and my peace. It causes me sleepless concern for my country and our world.
As I pray Psalm 27 today, I seek a grace from its ancient words. I seek a blessing for our own time.
O God, with your judgment endow the leaders,Psalm 72:1-2
and with your justice, those who legislate;
Let your people be governed with justice
and your afflicted ones with mercy.
As we move through these final fractious days of a deeply disturbing presidency, let us pray for civility, justice, honor, and peace not only for America but for all throughout the world who depend on our integrity.
Poetry: Beclouded by Emily Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Music: Be a Blessing (Psalm 72) Richard Bruxvoort Colligan