Good Evening, God!
Oh Lord, God! I am weeping . . . 11 people gunned down in a synagogue in Pittsburgh . . . at prayer. Not that long ago it was African-Americans killed in a Christian church . . . also at prayer. . . It seems, God, that weeping is in order.
We are indeed called to weep with those who weep (Romans 12:15). And not just to weep but to stand with . . . to be together in our grief and pain. Sigh. I am not sure just how to stand with these dear people.
So, then, God, I take it that rejoicing always . . . giving thanks in all [my] circumstances is to apply to my life. That command calls me up to a richer, fuller perspective. A perspective in which I marvel at the gift of Life. And wonder at this astounding universe we live in. I can see with the perspective of Space and of Time. But, most of all I see that You have called us into being in order to love us and to help us to love.
Still, I struggle. It is clear to me that my life verse is BLESS, BLESS and do not CURSE!
Surely I am blessed. . . and have been blessed. Even in the death of our beloved Patty, You were there. You were WITH US. And You even gave me the gift of assurance that the TRUE PATTY was Radiant and Vibrant and Alive and with YOU.
So, maybe, God, after all this pondering — I have come down to the question of what Your will for me might be? I don’t feel as if it is enough to rejoice and give thanks for my life.
How am I to bless? How am I to love?
And now I am clearly hearing that there are countless opportunities to hear, to share, to give and even to receive as an act of love. It only needs eyes to see and ears to hear.