Circling The Drain


It feels like we’re circling the drain right now.   You know, that point when a sink is emptying where the water goes faster and faster and round and round and it will soon disappear?   And it will disappear into a place that is dark and smelly and gunky?

Yeah, that.   That’s the way it feels.   

So much is going wrong right now.

Cops in New York being murdered.

People in various conflicts dying while struggling with the cops.

Racism on many fronts.   It’s like we thought racism was healing but now it’s looking like there was a scab over it but a lot of wounds underneath.

We ripped the scab off and it’s oozing out all over.   It’s oozing out in our actions, it’s oozing out in the way that people respond to each other in social media.

And at the same time, people in other areas of the world are suffering – suffering from terrorism, suffering persecution, suffering from a lack of medical care.  

And people right here are suffering – from emotional challenges, from physical challenges, from relational challenges.

And then there’s all of the children, literally millions across the world, who will be spending Christmas Day this year without parents.  For many of them it’s “another” Christmas without Mom and Dad.   For some it’s their first.

For many adoptive parents who are waiting, it will be a hard Christmas knowing their child is waiting to come home but can’t yet.

God, why are things so difficult right now?

And why, when we’re struggling with so much, does the church do things that make it harder and not easier?

Lord, help us see your light.

Help us all to take a deep breath and realize what really matters.

Help us to focus on a spirit of love.

Help us to realize that these “things,” these feeling, these events are from the devil and he’s using them to hurt your kingdom.

Help us to push back the darkness.

Help us to be carriers of light, of love and of faithfulness.   Not carriers of hate, of misunderstanding or backstabbing.

Lord, help us be the light that this world needs.

“Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is discord, harmony;

Where there is error, truth;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled as to console;

To be understood as to understand;

To be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.”

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