God.

In the US, there is an election this week.

I could simply quote Psalm 146. You are, we read, committed to widows and orphans and foreigners and prisoners and the oppressed and the hungry and those who are bowed down. It is, you say, folly to trust princes who are humans, who cannot save and will die.

I could make veiled references to political questions and people.

I could suggest that you are on the side of this one or that, that you really meant this or that. I could suggest that all the while we are taking your name in vain.

But God.

While we are trying to get you on our side, you are quietly inviting us, with your body and blood, to be at your side.

In our fears and franctivity,
our certitude and crass disregard of others,
you simply say, “Come. Love me. Love them.”

You invite us, in your assurance of forgiveness, to laugh in relief, to rest in community.

You want us, each and all, to attend to you.

God. It’s hard.

And it always has been.

God. You’re here.

And you always have been.

God.

Give us your peace.

Amen.