The US is aflame with injustices; deaths are mounting in Brazil at a rapid rate; racism persists around the world. And the virus is barely contained.
It is a time for lament.
Be merciful to [us], Lord, for [we] are in distress; [our] eyes grow weak with sorrow, [our] soul and bodies with grief.
[Our] lives are consumed by anguish and [our] years by groaning; [our] strength fails because of [our] affliction, and [our] bones grow weak....
The lamenting Psalms give us prayer language when our own words fall so short. It opens the door to processing hard things, and gives us a way to talk with God about it.
Yesterday afternoon I took some time to sit with the Lord and lament over these things, expressing to Him my grief, even from afar, that the world is so far from bending their knees to God in repentance, and seeking Him for the answers.
It often helps me to go up to this hill, just a few minutes from our house; I look out over our valley and pray...
But I trust in you, Lord; I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hands; deliver me from the hands of my enemies, from those who pursue me.
Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your unfailing love.
I pray that for myself, for my community, for my adopted nation and the nation I came from, as well as the entire world.
"Save [us] in your unfailing love."