We celebrate your steadfast love.
We praise you for your mercy.
We count on your faithfulness.
We celebrate and
And then the world does not work right.
We find ourselves unsafe and anxious,
caught up in greed and selfishness,
beset by a culture of violence and threat.
We wonder about the mismatch
between you and your creation.
Mostly we trust,
down deep we sometimes do not.
We risk truth-telling
about your absence and silence and withdrawal.
We do such truth-telling,
telling it to you,
you . . . absent, silent, withdrawn.
You we address, you, our only hope
in this world and in the world to come.
Walter Brueggemann, 1933 -, American Protestant Old Testament theologian
How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, Lord my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,
and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,”
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.
I will sing the Lord’s praise,
for he has been good to me.