Pentecost +12 - Year C
Psalm 80:1-2, 8-19
Hey, G*D, stir up your might, get out of bed, run here, and save us!
You've done it before. Time to do it again. Your indolence is responsible for our peril, so get a move on.
We're finally and really sorry - yes, we know you've heard us say that before, but there really is a wolf at the door this time, dressed in pig's clothing no less, eating the fruit of the vine - so help us now and we'll tell everyone what a great gal you are, uhh, great guy, uhh, great god you are.
If I were G*D, I'd go back to bed. But, the persistence of these bloody mosquitoes (images) is great. I guess I'd get up, but grudgingly. Would I believe them? Nope. I know them too well, they are in my image after all. They will continue to want what they want when they want it. So, let's set up the toys for them to knock over again - someday, they'll grow up, at least that hope is still holding, though it is fragile.
How about you? Will you get up for such as are running the world down while expecting a miraculous pick-me-up at the end?