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I'm angry, God...
and there's nothing I can do with it.
My jaw is clenched,
and my hands keep grasping,
and my heart is pounding,
I want to do *something*...
but all I can do is offer prayerful support
for our neighbours to the south,
for our friends and our communion partners
in the U.S.A.
Somehow, it just doesn't feel like it's enough.
Less than two weeks ago, in Buffalo,
10 women and men, most of them Black,
were murdered by an 18-year-old youth
in a mass shooting fueled by racism and hatred.
Less than twenty-four hours ago,
19 children and one of their teachers
were murdered by an 18-year-old youth,
shot and killed at their school in Texas.
Over and over and over again,
the people who worship
the god of the trigger and barrel
sacrifice life after innocent life;
while others pass laws that protect
their "right" to bear arms
over others' right to live.
The numbers keep growing.
How can I help, God?
I'm a Canadian,
part of a different political and social system,
one with our own massive problems
of racism and poverty and brokenness,
but at least I have a voice and a vote and
the ability to act, here.
How can I help my neighbours,
the folks who are just across that invisible line?
What can I do that will build up,
rather than tear down?
What do I do with this rage, my God?
I pray for the families who are grieving.
I pray for the agents of change.
I pray that whatever powers and principalities
given strength by this insanity,
would be transformed by the actions
of those who truly live your love,
who believe in life, and life abundant,
for all your creation.
I pray, loving God.
Help me to understand how I can act.