It is always a weird feeling when you can’t say anything when you are in a profession built about having answers and preaching the Word. But here we are.
I’ve spent two days mourning the senseless violence that has once again ravaged our nation. I’ve cried over the devastation of the natural disasters that have destroyed life and home of thousands, and felt rage over the lopsided and frankly sickening response to different groups of Americans having their homes destroyed.
I have prayed, and I have not heard an answer.
I want to fix the world, and I can’t. But I am expected to have a response because of my profession and my faith.
And I don’t have a response that will be helpful or could possibly be heard in a helpful way. So I will pray, and I will remain silent, and I will pray. Because that is all I can do.
I know there is a call – even from my own denomination – to speak out and call our congresspeople and scream about it, but I don’t know what to say or what to ask for. I know there is an army of people who would be willing to tell me what I am supposed to ask for, and another army who also know exactly what to ask for, both armies asking for exactly opposite things.
I don’t know, I am lost, and my voice wants to be heard but I have no words.
So now I pray:
God of peace and love, provide us peace and love, mold our hearts for peace and love, and help us to feel Your peace and love. Amen.
And I remain silent until I have a word that might help instead of tear apart and break down relationship when we need, more than anything, loving relationship.
Jesus loves you and I love you.