Inspired by Mark 10:17-27
Dear God of the broken down and the broken hearted;
God of the greedy affluent addicted to their wealth;
God of the desperate impoverished with their inwardly turned
anger;
We
are
stuck.
The “some things” that aren’t quite right somehow feel like
“all things.”
There are no small fixes...
...and, in the meantime, bellies
Growl.
When we are honest, we laugh nervously and shake our heads.
This all seems so fragile.
We spend money like we’re dipping our toe in cold water
until we just dive in;
A little more debt.
Chains made of gold are still chains.
Tell us what to do.
Tell us what to do.
Amen.
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