So I’m weird. At least I know I’m weird. At least I am self-aware. At least I enjoy being weird.
This may sound weird but I’ve started writing prayers from the Wall Street Journal front page. I have this creative mind and well – I come up with strange ideas.
On the other the hand, Karl Barth, the famous way too prolific of a writer German theologian, said preachers ought to hold the Bible in one hand and the Wall Street Journal in the other. Uh, on further thought, he said hold the Bible in one hand and the newspaper in the other.
Well, I’ve got the Wall Street Journal in one hand. Actually, it’s on my desk at I look at it right now. I don’t have the Bible in a hand either. But, parts of the Bible are in my head and heart and soul. So here goes. The words from the Wall Street Journal are in red.
Help us God with the walls, the obstacles with which we are dealing. God knows life, our life, has its share of walls. Sometimes we feel like we are just up against one wall after another, or five walls at the same time. Relief, God. How about some relief!
God, to protect ourselves, we build walls. Help us to let down our walls when we are safer than we think so we can have the intimacy we desire but prevent because we are so dang busy protecting ourselves.
Help us to rebuke the right people, but to be careful about doing too much rebuking because we’ve got plenty of logs in our own eyes.
Help us to agree some. Not too much. We don’t want to sacrifice our personhood, but help us to agree when our life is not on the line. And if we agree, let it be honest agreement and not false agreement.
We confess we can slog through our mud pits. We know we are a real piece of work. We know all that. We need help. So…………
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