As rumors of microchips and aliens and kidnapped sex workers abound.
I hear you whispering that you are the God of the Conspiracy theorists too.
You hear their cries for a world that makes sense, you feel their arms when they reach out for someone/anyone to go along with what they are proclaiming, you take their anger when the world does not go the way it should.
You hold their hands, even when they think guns are the answer.
You continue to tell them the truth, even if their hearts are hardened with entrenched racism, sexism, homophobia, ableism and other forms of bigotry.
Only you know, God, what conspiracies abounded when Jesus rode the small colt, you are the one who knows what the palms and cloaks symbolized for those who threw them.
You alone understand what poisonous lies, or world bending truths were whispered in Judas’s ear, to sell you out.
And still, the Truth is God’s, I can’t believe in any conspiracy but your love.
We humans are too clumsy, too small minded, too telltale to conspire.
I believe there are gross inequities, there are systems that run and thrive on corruption, I believe that there is, indeed, real evil manifest in the world.
But though I believe that power seeks out and protects power, and that small lies can lead to big lies, that there is no grand scheme.
Because evil is niggling and sneaky.
It hurts in micro-agressions and permission-giving for bad behavior, and in letting those who are in power believe their own lies. It’s not systemized, but all too often, it’s allowed to become prevalent.
So that bad decision stacks upon bad decision leading to the mistreatment of immigrants, the white supremacy becoming cultural, to faith being inseparable from the very flag that corrupts it and weighs it down.
And that’s why, I believe you conspire and inspire for good–all the time and every time.
This is why you said “Tell Herod that fox that I’m going to keep healing and preaching til I breathe my last.” This is why on your last day on earth, you had a ginormous good meal with your closest peeps, and then spent time loving on them and washing their feet.
You will never stop. Jesus. Jesus who meets us by the well, in a tree, and even upon a cross as we lay dying. Even then, you conspire for good.
And if I blink, I can see the co-inspiring works of the Holy Spirit.
If I blink: I can see how you make it so that babies remain impossibly cute and a couple of droplets of baptismal water are enough to start the flood of your never-ending grace
If I blink, I can see how the stars still sing out Abrahamic promises and rainbows still speak of a weaponless future of love,
If I blink I can feel your presence “your church” in all of the communities and all of the neighborhoods in the world, and its then I can taste how bread and the cup are enough to tie us to every one of your beloved: those who have come before, and those who have yet to be.
Holy Spirit, help me to conspire with you, and only you.
Stand with me as I work to find the threads of truth and love and hope.
Imbue in me, imbue in us, a faith that we humans can be beloved into a better being, and help me to talk and walk in ways that blot out the evils of the world. I pray in your most Holy Name, Jesus Christ.
Feel free to use/adapt with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta