I am pretty mad at humans today
and Old White Men
and the powers that be
And the manipulators
Who thought one dollar more
was more important
than getting justice done
and the church
who put off
for another time and place
And I want to rage
and find the right punishment
for all of my enemies
except I don’t really know who my enemies are
just they they are out there
whispering nonsense about
pro-life and family first and great america
as they grind these things into dust
as they deal death
with additive drugs like “safety” “religion” and “whiteness”
And I feel like I’m going to throw up or pass out,
and my soul hurts with the magnitude of it all.
Is this when you run away into the desert? Jesus?
Or hop a boat into the ocean?
Or feed 5,000 people just for the hell of it?
Or invite yourself over to the tax collector’s house to dinner, just to piss everyone off?
Because at times like these I feel like if I don’t enact justice viscerally, I’m going to implode.
And then I have to remind myself I’m not Jesus, I cannot save the world.
So I beat my chest, scream a tree, write an angsty psalm, cry.
And maybe I retreat for one day instead of forty,
maybe I feed one person instead of 5,000
maybe I invite someone I’ve been meaning to over to dinner instead of a tax collector.
And I remind myself, it all counts.
Because all justice counts,
Because I’m not a Jesus or a superhero,
but at least I can do something,
and I’m not giving up.
Thanks for reminding us not to give up God.
Feel free to adapt/use/share with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta