God.

The song writer talks about waiting for you more than watchmen wait for the morning.
The song writer asks you to listen for, to pay attention to, our cry for mercy.

All we hear are babbling voices of critics and commenters,
of condemnation and consumption and comparison.

We can barely try to hear you.

We desperately hope that you can hear us,
that you will chose to care about us.
We forget, perhaps, that you are not distracted by social media,
that our petty partisanship and nationalistic allegiance
means little to the one who created and invites each and all of us,
to the one who said that the love of your people for one another
is the indicator of our love for you.

We echo words thousands of years old, yet daily true:

If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
    Lord, who could stand?
But with you there is forgiveness,
    so that we can, with reverence, serve you.

Lord, have mercy.

Through Christ.

Amen.

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Reflecting Psalm 130