Showing posts with label bombs. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

...though the earth should change



God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear,
though the earth should change...
     ---from Psalm 46

The world of Psalm 46 is fearsome --- full of natural disasters, the man-made disaster of war, and, most of all, 'change'. When has the earth changed for you? Was it tsunami, wildfire? The Gulf War Syndrome or Traumatic Brain Injury that have followed our fighting men and women home from war? The darkness we mark today, when terrorists flew planes into the twin towers of the World Trade Centers? The day 50 years ago when cowards in Birmingham set off bombs that took the lives of four little girls, and the dogs and fire-hoses were unleashed on the youth of the city? Or has your earth changed more privately? Beloved friend or family member wasting away with cancer? A child wandering away, or stolen by violence or needless early death? A failure at work or betrayal in marriage?
Obviously, our belief in God didn't protect us from these disasters of circumstance, of nature, of hatred, of gaps in medical knowledge; nor were we protected from our questions about how these things happen to 'good' people in God's world.
In this 46th chapter of Psalms, though, God is described as 'refuge', 'strength', 'help', 'presence', 'with us'. Right here, right now, in the midst of our troubles, God is present with us. When the earth changes, God is with us. When the whole world seems to shake with the portent of evils now or yet to come, God is with us.
Be still; acknowledge God's presence. When we need to hide from the changes and be quiet, God is here --- refuge, strength, help. God is here with us.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

In Paths of Peace


Through war-torn streets where hope is dead,
Fly bombs and anger ‘round our heads.
We raise the cry, “God hear our plea
And guide our feet in paths of peace.”

Through homes where love cannot to be found,
And violence spreads the fear around,
We raise the cry, “God hear our plea
And guide our feet in paths of peace.”

Through lands where food just will not grow,
And streams of water never flow,
We raise the cry, “God hear our plea
And guide our feet in paths of peace.”

Through minds where illness takes first place,
And wholeness longs for any space,
We raise the cry, “God hear our plea
And guide our feet in paths of peace.”

Through challenges of this our time,
Through rage, neglect, greed’s paradigm,
We raise the cry, “God hear our plea
And guide our feet in paths of peace.”

When things seem worst, we hear the song
Hope sings above the din of wrong:
The song of One who hears our plea.
Christ guides our feet in paths of peace.