Prayer & Praise
that fills the world,
that occupies our life,
that makes our life in the world true and good.
We notice your powerful transformative presence
in word and
in sacrament,
in food and in water,
in gestures of mercy
and practices of justice,
in gentle neighbors
and daring gratitude.
We count so on your presence
and then plunge ā without intending ā into your absence.
We find ourselves alone, abandoned, without resources
remembering your goodness,
hoping your future,
but mired in anxiety and threat and risk beyond our coping.
In your absence we bid your presence,
come again,
come soon,
come here.
Come to every garden become a jungle
Come to every community become joyless
sad and numb.
We acknowledge your dreadful absence and insist on your presence.
Come again, come soon. Come here.
Walter Brueggemann
My friend who was shot in the head is out of the hospital and back at home. He avoided brain damage by millimeters, but he suffered almost complete hearing loss in one ear and has some pronounced balance problems. He’s got a ton of prescriptions right now and an in home nurse to help him. So, in some respects everything has worked out as well as it could for being shot in the head, but he still has a long road of recovery ahead of him and he will not be able to go back to work for quite some time. They still haven’t found the p;erson who shot him.