Come to all those places where the power of death would hold and force its way and say a redemptive word:
Where there is human wreckage, like those precious children of yours bombed out and foreclosed;
Where refugees and immigrants wonder where next they will sleep and if anyone wants them anymore:
Where folks just like us on the world’s other side are named enemies and who, like us, covet our mutual prayers;
Give us, in this holy and repentant time, a new vision of your weeping over our groaning creation, and stooping to our weakness of courage, offer surely as always your unconditional love and renewing Spirit.
And we will sing again the glory of the cross.
* From Arthur A. R. Nelson, A Book of Prayers (IVP, 2012)