Holy One-
There came a time when Greece knew she was done. The lamp that was Rome
blew out and was no more. The Holy Roman Empire had its days. Dynasties rise
and fall- Jin, Tang, Ming. Shores are sheltered and then breached. The sun
did set on the British Empire.
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| Photo by Julia (Dunlap) Seymour, Dec 2005 |
In the waning days, when those with power panicked at the grains
slipping through their hands? What did You do, oh Lord? Did You watch, weeping
and wrenched? Did You dispatch Jonah after Jonah, who fled again and again?
When You cast your holy hand around- was all simply lukewarm, with all passion
and abstinence spent and melded?
As the sunsets on empires deepened and the powerful reached out and
began to increase the pain, increase the violence, increase the oppression- how
did You brace the believers, the seekers, the uprights? Does the Spirit work
overtime? Are additional angels dispatched? Is the meeting of the beloved more
efficacious in this time?
I am not asking for a friend. I am not even asking on behalf of a
country. It’s me, O Lord, standing in the need of this prayer. It’s me who sees
the fade of an empire and the blood that is sweeping out the end of days of
glory that were only ever really for some, never for all. It’s me who stands,
impotently grieved, and wants to know: what did You do before, so I know how to
look for it now?
The preservation of the faith tells me that You have acted in history.
So what will it look like and how will I know? There are fights to fight,
spoons to wield, forgiveness to seek, and reparations to be made. When the city
on the hill shines its beacon into its own streets, strewn with bodies, there
is nothing left but the cross, the community, and compassion, but we haven’t
reached this level of acceptance. We aren’t there. We are still fighting as
though there was a greatness to be achieved again. What never was, never will
be.
If You had lapels, I would grasp them as I shout this prayer. If You
were holding my hand, Your fingers would be pinched in my grip. If we were at
coffee, I might have chipped the dish, setting the cup down a little too hard.
We need equipping for the last days of an empire. You have done it
before. Do it now.
Seals.
Prayer originally written for and posted at RevGalBlogPals.org
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