have mercy

Monday, August 6, 2012

Still reeling over the sad news from Milwaukee yesterday, that of families and a community of faith torn apart by a senseless act of violence and pure evil, I sought answers last night in the only place I knew, falling at the feet of Jesus in tears and grief. As if the tragedy in Aurora a couple weeks wasn’t bad enough, for terrorism to strike at a place of worship, the utmost place of safety and peace, is nearly unthinkable. Today, I’m praying. Praying for the mourning families of the lost. Praying for a faith community that is now shattered. Praying for the grace and mercy of our Father to visit us in this unbearably broken world.

Lamb of God,
you take away the sins of the world.
Have mercy on us.
Grant us peace.

For the unbearable toil of our sinful world,
we plead for remission.
For the terror of absence from our beloved,
we plead for your comfort.
For the scandalous presence of death in your creation,
we plead for the resurrection.

Lamb of God,
you take away the sins of the world.
Have mercy on us.
Grant us peace.
Come, Holy Spirit, and heal all that is broken in our lives, in our streets, and in our world. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

-an occasional prayer - Death of Someone killed in the Neighborhood from Common Prayer by Shane Claiborne, Jonathon Wilson, Enuma Okoro


well past 1000 gifts…
evenings shared with friends
my little boy’s love for a grown-up boy who sees his heart
anticipation of new life
building new relationships
cornmeal crusted pizza crust
brief reprieve from a conversation we weren’t ready for
happy baby giggles when he sees his mama
fresh grilled vegetables
lemon basil syrup, ready for lemonade
new school shoes
freshly made applesauce, still warm, topped with cinnamon
brown sugar sauce, fragrant with cinnamon, dripping down the side of a still-steaming apple dumpling
healing families
the beauty of sport
victories – both from the underdogs and from the best in the world
late nights with my Olympics obsessed son, watching the wonder and excitement in his face, remembering my own from Olympics past
watching the lone female athlete from Afghanistan run a race, not just for her country, but for oppressed women everywhere
the inspiration to live better and stronger

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