Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorrow. Show all posts

Friday, March 20, 2015

And while we pray, we look up at the rain clouds heaped over the Catalinas.

Call to Worship The Lord works righteousness and justice for all who are oppressed. The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His steadfast love toward those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far does He remove our transgressions from us. As a father shows compassion to His children, so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear Him. Psalm 103:6-13

Contemplation Our failure to lament cuts us off from the heart of Jesus, Man of Sorrow, and it also cuts us off from each other. If we are to love one another as Jesus commanded, we must learn to “weep with those who weep.”

The way of Christian fellowship is empathy, which means we must not assume that everyone around us is “fine.” In our conversations, we must listen for complaints and cries and help them become laments. In our gathered worship, we must acknowledge the hurting and leave room for struggle and silence. In our counsel, we must pray with and over and for the hurting. This is essential to authentic Christian faith: We are to bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

So yesterday, like so many Thursdays before, I met with Sue. And we often just walk around in circles, sometimes up and down the wash, and now, mostly around cracked and weedy parking lots. I have learned a lot from Sue over the years. Sue is a prayer warrior, the sort that hefts a massive Sword of Truth, yet wields it with mercy and grace. And when we pray together, the Spirit within her sometimes struggles in silence, because He knows the backstory, the heart and soul of the hurting for whom we are praying.



And today, I yearn to set it aside for this tenderness. Solomon said, “The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning.” Yet. Yet sometimes I rush into places of aching with fistfuls of band-aides and token casseroles and loaves of bread. Job’s friends sat in silence and waited. May I join them in waiting and trusting.

The People of the Cross prayer for today includes, By Grace, today I will fast from independent thinking & acting. Today I will come to You before I do anything at all because waiting on You is the best of all. We repent of coming to You only when we think there’s nothing else we can do, of coming to You like You are our last hope–instead of coming to You first, because You are our first love.

Prayer Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God.


He is our salvation; in Him will I trust.



Monday, March 16, 2015

But she out of her poverty has put in everything she had.



Call to Worship But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in Him.” The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him. It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. Lamentations 3:21-26

Contemplation Lent is a season of sorrow. More than usual, we are aware of the frail and fallen condition of our world, and certainly in our own body and soul. Our reflection during this season stirs a deep sense that something is wrong. Something greater than just our individual sin, it is the pervasive deep wounds of sin.

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Not only does God hear and understand our pain, He is especially inclined toward those who are hurting. I often think that being a Christian means I must always be happy in God, sweeping my grief under the rug of God’s sovereignty. Yet, God desires to enter into my pain: The Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.

Lament is about casting my anxieties upon God, and trusting Him with them. Because lament is a form of prayer, lament transforms my cries into worship. To lament is to be utterly honest before a God whom my faith tells me I can trust. 
Biblical lament affirms that suffering is real and spiritually significant, but not hopeless. In His mercy, my God has given me a form of language that bends His ear and pulls His heart. 


Ah, the Spirit Who guides within. I awoke this morning with such a profound ache I could scarcely breathe, yet He already knew His words were waiting to comfort me with His steadfast mercies.

And Matteo posted a google picture yesterday that speaks peace to my heart as I wait quietly for His mighty hand.  

The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want.