I’m struggling with the socially distant God.
A God that is six feet, or more, away.
A God I can’t touch.
I am struggling with a masked God.
One who is hard to recognize from the crowd.
It is so hard not to see you smile.
I am so tired of the enclosed God.
Trapped with me and my house and my family and my work
Sometimes the breath of the pneuma gets stuck in my throat
Source, Word & Spirit
When we are the hands and feet of Jesus, I feel isolated from your love.
So I find myself seeking you; in the the sunsets and flowers,
In the crinkles of laughter around people’s eyes and the nods of hello
In the stillness of the moments, in the sweat of the medical teams, in the stories, all the evolving stories, of good in the world
Creator, Liberator, Comforter
Remind me of all the ways you are present.
Give me the gifts of creativity, liberty and comfort in ways I’d never ask for nor expect.
And when I feel alone, tell me that even Jesus felt alone.
Creator, Lover, Sustainer
When I am overwhelmed, please speak to me that my feelings are real and legitimate.
Help me to make space for the feelings–the loneliness, the fleeting happiness, the sadness, the anger, and the thirst for change.
Then teach me new ways to be your hands and feet I pray.