Reading the Word
“Why did I not die at birth,
Come forth from the womb and expire?”
“Is not man forced to labor on earth,
And are not his days like the days of a hired man?”
“Why dost Thou hide Thy face,
And consider me Thine enemy?”
“Where now is my hope?”
Job 3:11; 7:1; 13:24; 17:15a
Reflecting on the Word
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Letters to a Young Poet
Responding to the Word
How shall I pray?
Are tears prayers, Lord?
Are screams prayers,
Can trembling hands be lifted to you,
or clenched fists
or the cold sweat that trickles down my back
or the cramps that knot my stomach?
Will you accept my prayers, Lord,
my real prayers,
rooted in the muck and mud and rock of my life,
and not just my petty, cut-flower, gracefully arranged
bouquet of words?
Will you accept me, Lord,
as I really am,
messed up mixture of glory and grime?
Guerrillas of Grace