February 22nd, 2011

crossed heart

the sleeper must awaken

Originally published at Cassie Alexander. You can comment here or there.

My friend Rajan has stated the affairs of the world much more eloquently than I could right now. Please substitute his eloquence for my lack thereof.

I have to settle down tomorrow. I'll be well enough to edit, finally, and I can't concentrate on that with so much anger and pain in my heart. But I've been reading blogs and looking around the internet -- I know I'm not the only one who's angry and who wants change, and who knows that they deserve better. I know I'm largely preaching to the choir here, but the need to help create change rides me, every moment of every day.

I don't know what else to do, so I'm going to pray.

I hate to pray.  I never pray for myself -- I only pray for other people, and rarely at that. The last time i prayed, it was because I saw a patient come in who'd burned their face off. I prayed we'd be able to heal them somehow. I wish I could say that it'd worked.

But I decided tonight I'd pray again. Like a Greek under Roman-rule, perhaps, to a mysterious Deity I don't quite understand. To the God of the Right, and the Republicans, and those who would Deny Rights, and Take Away Care. I'll pray like a non-believer, because that's what I am. With a hot heart, like someone who has nothing left to lose.

Please, Dear God -- whoever you are, if you're there, if you were anything like the man in the New Testament that I once fervently read --

Give the people who want to deny other people health care empathy. May the scales fall from their eyes. Jesus would have never turned his back on the poor or the weak. He was a healer. Free us, Lord, the people in the medical profession, to do the same. May we never be embittered towards those who need our care, but always be compassionate, courageous, and strong.

Give the men who want to redefine and take away women's freedom illumination. They don't know what it's like to be a woman, Lord. If they can't be illuminated, get them to keep their opinions to themselves.

May all the politicians with their hands in pockets that oughtn't be there find the strength to say no to bribes. May corporations and all individuals be fairly taxed. May SEC regulators find spines.

Protect our soldiers everywhere.

Give everyone a chance to be married, equally.

Give the protesters in Wisconsin strength, endurance, courage, and food.

And give children all over the United States a breakfast tomorrow morning, and one the morning after that.

In Jesus' name, Amen.


Goodnight internet. No politics in the morning, I promise. But maybe some more prayers.