You sweep away what we treasure
Our salute to you tumbles out:
Lord, sovereign, governor, king
political images of us before you, gender specific,
marked by macho.
Sometimes we speak the terms glibly, out of habit.
Sometimes we speak them with gravity, counting on you.
But sometimes we are brought up short to see,
that you are not kidding: you are other than us.
you will not be mocked.
Lord, sovereign, governor, king:
In your will you sweep away what we treasure,
We watch...and you sweep away a range of our idolatries,
apartheid...but not yet our racism,
military regimes...but not yet our superpower,
heresies..but not yet our self-indulgence.
You, you who sweep away and purge,
Sweep yet the systems of disobedience all around us,
sweep yet the networks of self-securing we treasure,
sweep yet our own childhoods that trap us,
sweep yet our little loves that disable us,
sweep yet our little fears that rob us of you,
sweep yet and make new.
Do your Friday sweep yet again, and
suit us for your Sunday governance.
Prayers of Walter Brueggemann
"Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth"
I can too easily place my Father on the back burner of my heart!