Mourning Tragedy

This morning I gather thoughts to finish a reflection paper on my recent synthesis project. However, images flood my heart and mind of the terrible natural disaster that has befallen Burma (sidenote: the ruling military Junta changed the name from Burma to Myanmar in 1989–BBC News refers to the country as Burma, while American media choose Myanmar).  My heart hurts this morning; I grieve for those lost, for those without shelter or food.

This, on top of the monk protest back in September…

Why? O God, why? Over 22,000 confirmed dead from the cyclone, with that count expected to rise.  The Junta are slow to let aid into the country…people are dying, people are in need of care!

O God, where are you now?



Praying a Psalm for Justice

This Psalm came in my inbox this morning, as part of a subscription for a daily Bible reading through the ELCA.  I pray this Psalm today,  as my heart and mind are praying for the people of Burma (Days of non-violent protest in the streets, led by Buddhist monks were met with violence by the ruling military…it’s not over yet).   To pray this is a challenge, as I find it difficult to praise God today, when I look around and see such horrible things.   Kyrie Eleison!

 Psalm 146

Justice to the oppressed

Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord, O my soul!
I will praise the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praises to my God all my life long.
Do not put your trust in princes,
in mortals, in whom there is no help.
When their breath departs, they return to the earth;
on that very day their plans perish.
Happy are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the Lord their God,
who made heaven and earth,
the sea, and all that is in them;
who keeps faith forever;
who executes justice for the oppressed;
who gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets the prisoners free;
the Lord opens the eyes of the blind.
The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;
the Lord loves the righteous.
The Lord watches over the strangers;
he upholds the orphan and the widow,
but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

The Lord will reign forever,
your God, O Zion, for all generations.
Praise the Lord!