A Christmas Prayer

Friday December 23, 2005

Quare tristis incedo? [Psalm 43:10b]

I promised,
you promised
to be faithful forever
vowed to Christ or Church.
Gift freely given,
gift freely accepted:
single and celibate,
married or partnered—chaste spouses
‘in season and out of season’
no fair-weather friendship,
no quid-pro-quo agreement,
no contract necessary,
no signatures other than the imprint of the heart—heart-to-heart
autographs in the misty sky
on clouds midst stars set deep in sockets beyond yesterday

But life changes in time over time.
What appeared real has become surreal
amidst thickened clouds,
stormy weather,
the likes of which no one has ever seen,
or at least can ever recall –
fires, floods and earthquakes – and wars,
sudden crashes on the highway
innocent life snuffed out in an instant,
no exemptions or exceptions:
women, men and children,
rich and poor,
black, white, brown and yellow
Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Jew and Christian
all succumbing to forces beyond human endurance.
lilies in the field left to drown,
sparrows without nexts.
Who cares?

But there’s more you say—
what of worldly rulers
clothed in red, white and blue
who speak of victoriously of justice but who act with vengeance?
and of religious chiefs,
“shepherds” they call themselves
but in truth, wolves in sheep’s clothing?
Justice is now measured and meted out by the unjust
legal cover-ups reflecting shallow wisdom bereft of moral courage
unworthy compromise on any standard, human or divine.

“See I told you,” chants the atheist,
“There is no God!”

The agnostic chimes in with meet refrain,
“If God there be, we cannot know for sure;”
for this God does not speak or act with reverence toward the human
but stands aloof, detached from humankind.

This cannot be you say—
our promises were not in vain
for God has indeed appeared over time
Promise fulfilled in time
in place and space
where angels fear to tread.
A noble God who cares not about title
or race, or color
or earthly kin of any kind
whose imprint is on every precious soul
no matter who or how the cause of being.

Indeed, “I will call this to mind, as my reason to have hope:
The favors of the Lord are not exhausted,
God’s mercies are not spent;
They are renewed each morning so great is God’s faithfulness.
My portion is the Lord, says my soul;
Therefore will I hope in God.
Good is the Lord to the one who waits for God
to the soul that seeks God.
It is good to hope in silence
for the saving help of the Lord.” [Lamentations 3:21-26]
Christmas 2005

Father Lasch


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