Pentecost +19 - Year C
Remembering forgiveness unlimited, we now weep at what has been lost. The music of our lives that brought us to dancing together, has been lost.
In this strange unforgiving space we are asked to sing of forgiveness out of a reserve we do not have and we find we have lost the words - we don't want to forgive our captors. Our good right hand of fellowship through restored community has withered.
No matter how we intend to honor our heritage of forgiveness, the words just don't seem to come - our mouth is dry.
Our lack of forgiveness has us wishing harm not only upon our current enemies but all their children, not just the first-born.
Yes, we are in Babylon. Weeping. Unforgiven and unforgiving.
To return to health we need this lament. May we see what we have done and are doing to ourselves and not take that out on others. Let us Remember Forgiveness and build Zion anew right here in the middle of Babylon - it is a reliable, long-term, tool still available to refugees from Eden and Everywhere.