Laments for Lent – Confession of Trust

Psalm 3:3-6–

But you, LORD, are a shield around me,
my glory, the One who lifts my head high.
I call out to the LORD,
and he answers me from his holy mountain.
I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.
I will not fear though tens of thousands
assail me on every side.

For the third Sunday of Lent in my Laments for Lent series, we’re looking at the third part of the Lament, the Confession of Trust.

Here again is the acronym I made for the parts of a Lament in Psalms:

A – Address to God
C – Complaint
C – Confession of Trust
E – Entreaty
S – Sureness of Help
S – Subsequent Praise

It doesn’t surprise anyone that Laments contain a Complaint. But right after the Complaint, or sometimes in the middle of the Complaint, it’s as if the psalmists step back, take a deep breath, and remind themselves they really do trust God, and there’s a reason they’re coming to God in prayer.

These verses are beautiful expressions of trust – coming in the midst of deep trouble.

Here are a few more examples:

Psalm 143:5-6–

I remember the days of long ago;
I meditate on all your works
and consider what your hands have done.
I spread out my hands to you;
I thirst for you like a parched land.

Psalm 74 is a group Lament from the nation of Israel. First it talks about how the nation has been ravaged and prophets are silent, and then we get this passage:

Psalm 74:12-17–

But God is my King from long ago
he brings salvation on the earth.
It was you who split open the sea by your power;
you broke the heads of the monster in the waters.
It was you who crushed the heads of Leviathan
and gave it as food to the creatures of the desert.
It was you who opened up springs and streams;
you dried up the ever-flowing rivers.
The day is yours, and yours also the night;
you established the sun and moon.
It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth;
you made both summer and winter.

Psalm 42 and 43 make a Lament together, and the Confession of Trust is a repeated refrain:

Psalm 42:5 & 11 and 43:5—

Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
For I will yet praise him,
My Savior and my God.

Another comforting one:
Psalm 56:3-4—

When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.
In God, whose word I praise –
In God I trust and am not afraid.
What can mere mortals do to me?

And I’ll finish with a simple one:
Psalm 54:4—

Surely God is my help;
The Lord is the one who sustains me.

Again, not every Lament in Psalms has every part, sometimes the parts merge together, and sometimes they’re in a different order or parts are split up (the most common way having some more of the Complaint after a Confession of Trust). But you will find a theme that even in a hard time, after pouring out their hearts about their troubles, psalmists will remind themselves of God’s faithfulness and that they really do trust God – when they stop to think about it.

And that’s what I’d like to get out of the Laments this week. Don’t be afraid to pour out your heart to God in Complaint – but also take a minute and remember God’s faithfulness. Do you trust God? Take a moment to express that. It will calm your heart and help you be ready for the Entreaty – asking God to act.

As always, my hope is that you’ll try this form in your own prayers, so I’ll offer an example.

This week, I’m still thinking about politics and the horror that my own government is grabbing people without a trial or a warrant or any kind of hearing and sending them to El Salvador to be imprisoned and tortured, without a call to a lawyer or any notification of their loved ones. I’m going to pray for those people, made in God’s image, that this evil would stop.

Lord, hear our prayer,
and listen to our cry.

Humans, made in your image,
with families and loved ones
maybe some criminals, but maybe not,
maybe some gang members, but maybe not,
maybe people seeking a safer home,
maybe people looking for a better life,
maybe people here legally,
maybe people whose legal status was revoked–
but we don’t know any of it,
because they’ve been abducted in secret
with no warrant,
with no hearing,
with no trial,
with no due process of any kind,
with no regard for their human rights.

And they’re powerless to stop it;
and we feel powerless to stop it, too.
And a judge tried to stop it –
but is he powerless, too?

Father, if you see a sparrow fall
and know the number of hairs on each of our heads,
then you know the name of each one imprisoned
and you know every heart’s anguish and hear their cries.

O Lord, please act!
Please work in the hearts of your children
not to harden their hearts
because a politician told them to.
Show us how to speak;
show us how to act
to be able to stand against injustice
and bring the powerful to account.

Lord, I look forward to seeing your hand at work,
to seeing justice win victories large and small.
(May that justice come sooner rather than later.)

And may I remember to praise you after each victory, big or small,
and look forward to the day when the leaves of the tree of life
will bring healing to all the nations.
Even so, bring that healing, Lord.

Laments for Lent – Complaint

[Forgive me, but this picture of a heron on a gray day suits my mood, which fits the Complaint part of a Lament.]

Psalm 55:4-8–

My heart is in anguish within me;
the terrors of death have fallen on me.
Fear and trembling have beset me;
horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.
I would flee far away and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm.”

For the second Sunday of Lent in my Laments for Lent series, we’re looking at the second part of a Lament, the Complaint.

Here again is my acronym for the parts of a Lament:
A – Address to God
C – Complaint
C – Confession of Trust
E – Entreaty
S – Sureness of Help
S – Subsequent Praise

You’ll find the form is very loose for Laments in Psalms – but what they all have in common is the Complaint.

The Complaint usually comes after the Address to God, but sometimes the psalmist jumps right into the Complaint. Some that begin with questions combine the Address to God with the Complaint:

Psalm 13:1-2–

How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

The passage I quoted at the top of this post is only a small part of the Complaint from Psalm 55. The psalmist weaves a Complaint through all the other parts, coming back to it more than once.

And the main way the Psalms of Repentance are different from the Laments is in the Complaint section. In these Psalms, instead of the Complaint, there’s a Confession of Sin – now the trouble the psalmist is in is their own fault.

Here’s an example from a beautiful Psalm of Repentance:

Psalm 51:3-5–

For I know my transgressions
and my sin is always before me.
Against you, you only, have I sinned
and done what is evil in your sight;
so you are right in your verdict
and justified when you judge.
Surely I was sinful at birth
sinful from the time my mother conceived me.

As gloomy as the Complaints sound when taken out of the rest of the Laments – they inspire me.

Because the Complaints in Laments decisively give the lie to the idea that we can only bring a happy face when we come before God, that acknowledging negative emotions means we’re lacking in trust.

No! If the psalmists can bring such gloom to God, then surely I can tell the Lord how I really feel.

It’s tricky to talk about this part of Laments, because most of the Complaint sections are not short. The psalmists really do tend to go on with this part. But you know what? That means that we can too, if that’s what we need. We can open our hearts and pour it all out to the Lord.

Here’s a list of Psalms I categorized as Laments: Psalms 3, 4, 5, 10, 12, 13, 17, 22, 28, 35, 42, 43, 54, 55, 56, 59, 60, 61, 64, 70, 74, 79, 80, 83, 85, 86, 88, 102, 109, 137, 140, 142, and 143.

And the Psalms of Repentance: Psalms 6, 32, 38, 41, 51, 69, and 130.

So you see there are many to choose from. Read a few and notice the Complaint sections. Some of them sound a little whiny! But we’re allowed to be whiny to God!

And again, though the psalmists don’t precisely follow the form I’ve given for a Lament, they loosely do. But it makes a good list for us to follow in our prayers – no, not necessarily every time, but as a helpful tool when you have something to lament.

And again, my main goal in writing my book and these posts is to get others to try using these patterns from Psalms in their own prayers.

And each week I’ll give you a sample lament.

Today, though what I feel most grumpy about is my broken pinky finger, my heart is heavy because of the news of what our leaders are doing. My plan in writing an example psalm was to focus on current issues from today, and pull in some actual Complaints from the Laments in Psalms. But as I started doing that, Psalm 10 ended up hijacking the whole thing.

But I figure that’s all good. Another kind of example. I’ll leave in my beginning so you know what I’m thinking about when I use the words of the Psalm.

I do know that as soon as tomorrow, there will be more issues heavy on my heart, so I’m going to call this example:

A Lament for March 16, 2025:

Lord, I lift my voice to you;
I write this lament to you
and ask that you listen to my prayer
and hear my cry.

Lord, it seems that no one can stop the people in charge –
an urgent court order was ignored.
People are being disappeared and deported
without a warrant
and without due process.

“Not a word from their mouths can be trusted;
their heart is filled with malice.
Their throat is an open grave;
with their tongues they tell lies.” [Psalm 5]

[And now from Psalm 10:]
“In his arrogance the wicked man hunts down the weak,
who are caught in the schemes he devises.
He boasts about the cravings of his heart;
he blesses the greedy and reviles the LORD.
In his pride the wicked man does not seek him;
in all his thoughts there is no room for God.
His ways are always prosperous;
your laws are rejected by him;
he sneers at all his enemies.
He says to himself, “Nothing will ever shake me.”
He swears, “No one will ever do me harm.”

His mouth is full of lies and threats;
trouble and evil are under his tongue.
He lies in wait near the villages;
from ambush he murders the innocent.
His eyes watch in secret for his victims;
like a lion in cover he lies in wait.
He lies in wait to catch the helpless;
he catches the helpless and drags them off in his net.
His victims are crushed, they collapse;
they fall under his strength.
He says to himself, “God will never notice;
he covers his face and never sees.”

Arise, LORD! Lift up your hand, O God!
Do not forget the helpless.
Why does the wicked man revile God?
Why does he say to himself,
“He won’t call me to account”?
But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted;
you consider their grief and take it in hand.
The victims commit themselves to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless.
Break the arm of the wicked man;
call the evildoer to account for his wickedness
that would not otherwise be found out.
. . .
You, LORD, hear the desire of the afflicted;
you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,
defending the fatherless and the oppressed,
so that mere earthly mortals
will never again strike terror.”

Lord God, you’ve told us not to rejoice
when our personal enemy stumbles,
but may we live to see
the oppressor brought low,
and the greedy tyrant thwarted,
and may our hearts be glad
and our tongues praise you.

You all know who I’m talking about. See how applicable Psalms can be? But something I like about Psalms is they show us we don’t have to hold back when praying against evil – but they also remind us that God is bigger. I do believe that Good will win in the end – I only hope it will be sooner rather than later.

And I hope that God’s people are praying for justice. I hope that my small contribution encourages you to do so.

Laments for Lent – Address to God

Psalm 5:1-3–

Listen to my words, LORD,
consider my lament.
Hear my cry for help,
my King and my God,
for to you I pray.

In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait expectantly.

I’m writing a series Laments for Lent, and each week I will talk about one part of a Lament found in Psalms. I do encourage you to read the entire Psalm – we’re going to focus on one part.

Here’s an acronym for the form of a Lament:
A – Address to God
C – Complaint
C – Confession of Trust
E – Entreaty
S – Sureness of Help
S – Subsequent Praise

First, let me say that this is a very loose form – with few of the Laments having all the parts. However, you will find most of the parts in most of the Laments, and usually in that general order. More important is that the form makes a nice pattern for us to use in our prayers.

This week, we’re looking at the first part of most Laments – the Address to God.

This beginning doesn’t happen in all the Laments – some go straight to the Complaint. And you will find similar words in Psalms of other types – but this is a common beginning to these Laments where the psalmists are turning to God in a time of trouble.

The Address to God is what it says it is – telling God you’re here and asking God to hear your prayer. I love the one above from Psalm 5, especially because those are the words of a chorus I’ve sung since high school.

And when better to come to God than in a time of trouble? As the season of Lent begins, may we purpose in our hearts that the Lord will hear our voice in the morning.

Here are some more beginnings of Laments. Notice the parallelism we talked about last time.

Psalm 88:1-2–

LORD, you are the God who saves me;
day and night I cry out to you.
May my prayer come before you;
turn your ear to my cry.

Psalm 102:1-2–

Hear my prayer, Lord;
let my cry for help come to you.
Do not hide your face from me
when I am in distress.
Turn your ear to me;
when I call, answer me quickly.

[This is the point in writing this post where I broke my left pinky finger and typing got harder. I may rethink this blog series, but want to at least finish this post.]

Psalms of Repentance have a similar form to Laments, but their address to God usually starts right off asking for mercy.

Psalm 51:1-3–

Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion,
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.

Psalm 38:1–

Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger
or discipline me in your wrath.

And then there are the Laments that address God with a question. I go back and forth between thinking they just went straight to the Complaint and thinking yes, this is a different kind of Address to God.

Psalm 10:1–

Why, Lord, do you stand far off?
Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

Psalm 13:1–

How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?

And of course we can’t leave out this one:
Psalm 22:1–

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from my cries of anguish?

So my thoughts about this part of the Lament are these:
We can come before God.
We can come asking for mercy when we don’t feel like we deserve God’s favor.
We can even come to God with our angry questions. (And be sure to read the rest of those Psalms – they don’t end angry.)

Myself, I’ve gotten a habit of starting my prayers with “Dear Heavenly Father…” Think about mixing it up a little and starting your prayers with an Address to God like one of the ones above

For an example lament this week, even though I have plenty of questions about the political situation, I’m going to go petty this time with a smaller concern, trying to make the point that we can bring anything to God.

Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love.

Father, I feel so foolish.
I should have paid more attention.
I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk
and broke my left pinky finger.
Now it hurts to type,
so my plans for a blog series for Lent,
catching up on posting reviews,
posting Sonderbooks25
are going to be tougher.
For that matter, even washing dishes
and getting dressed
has become tougher.
And who am I to complain
when literally any other finger
would have been much worse?

But Lord Christ, I believe that you have lessons for me
when I fall on my face.
And I know you have compassion.
You never forgot that I am dust
and fallible –
but I have trouble remembering
and have now been reminded.

Jesus, grant me your peace.
Holy Spirit grant me healing and grace.
I suspect that dealing with my new limitations
will be tougher for me than dealing with pain.
Grant me that wisdom
and a sense of humor
and the joy of letting myself off the hook
for getting quite so much done.

Lord, I learned that my Mother once broke her left pinky finger, too.
And she said you don’t really appreciate your left pinky finger
until it’s hurting.
Just like you pointed out
that every member of the body of Christ
is important.
May I play my small part
and appreciate the other members of the body
who help me out when I’m hurting.

And may I remember,
when the splint comes off,
to thank you for my left pinky finger
and wiggle it with joy!

The above is offered as evidence that when you use the Lament form, the result doesn’t have to be profound!

I’m hoping next week to talk about Part 2 – the Complaint.

Laments for Lent – He Remembers that We Are Dust.

Psalm 103:8-18 (New International Version):

The LORD is compassionate and gracious,
slow to anger, abounding in love.
He will not always accuse,
nor will he harbor his anger forever;
he does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;
for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like a flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord’s love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children’s children —
with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.

Okay, I’m cheating a little here. I’m beginning a series called Laments for Lent (Here’s my Intro post.) – and I’m beginning with Psalm 103, which is not a Lament, but a Psalm of Praise.

But this is my post for Ash Wednesday. (Yes, I know it’s happening Wednesday and Lent hasn’t started yet – but on Wednesday I’ll be going straight from work to singing in the choir for an Ash Wednesday service, so I thought I’d go ahead and post today.) And on Ash Wednesday, we think about how we came from dust and will return to dust. We also examine ourselves and repent of our sins.

And I want to encourage everyone: The Lord remembers that we are dust. We’re not surprising God with our failures and foibles. The Lord has compassion on us.

One of my favorite writers is the Irish mystic Lorna Byrne, and she says that in God’s eyes, we all are children. This matches what Psalm 103 teaches. When a toddler learning to walk stumbles, do good parents scold and berate them? No! God is a Father who has compassion on us, with love higher than the heavens.

I’m also using this passage as an introduction to Psalms. For the rest of Lent, I’m going to be looking at Laments and Psalms of Confession, but first let me point out the parallelism in Psalms. Hebrew poetry, rather than rhyming, takes the form of parallelism – a wonderfully translatable form. And yes, there are nuances in the original language, but speaking generally, ideas are repeated and lines mirror each other. Look at the parallelism in these lines:

He will not always accuse;
nor will he harbor his anger forever;
he does not treat us as our sins deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.

In the next verses, two lines are reflected at a time:

For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

Psalm 103 became my favorite 20 years ago after I found out my then-husband was seeing another woman behind my back. (I didn’t know then that it was actually an affair.) You’d think that would have filled him with shame, and it probably did. But his reaction was to tell me all the ways I was a terrible wife and he was “forced” to look elsewhere for “friendship.” And that I did not deserve his love or affection.

And the sad part of the story is that I bought it. Mind you, almost all his accusations were based in truth – he listed off things I’d done or said in anger over 18 years of marriage. Never mind if I hadn’t intended them as harsh as the way they’d come out. Never mind if I’d apologized. I was told that I was a terrible person and not even a good friend to my husband and didn’t deserve love.

And I was used to believing my husband. I thought he loved me. I knew I was a lovable person because he loved me. And he hadn’t clued me in on how hurt he was by the things I’d done and said until it all came out after I found out about him seeing this “friend” behind my back.  So I believed him that my terrible actions and words had destroyed my own marriage and hurt the one I loved most.

But in my devastation, thank God I came across this passage.

God will not always accuse.
The Lord will not harbor his anger forever.

I was told I didn’t deserve love. Well,
the Lord does not treat me as my sins deserve.

And now, twenty years later, happily single – sometimes I see friends agonizing over their own shortcomings. It seems like they think God is like my ex-husband, parceling out love only if we deserve it.

But no, God is like a good Father, having compassion on God’s children far greater than an earthly parent’s love.

And the Lord remembers that we are dust. Our mistakes don’t surprise God the way they do us. They don’t make God lash out in anger. Instead, like a Father or like a Mother, the Lord shows us compassion and helps us do better.

So those are my thoughts for Ash Wednesday and receiving the ashes.

In the upcoming series, for the remaining six Sundays of Lent plus Easter, I’m going to look at each of the parts of a Lament. I’ve made an acronym to help remember them:

A – Address to God
C – Complaint
C – Confession of Trust
E – Entreaty
S – Sureness of Help
S – Subsequent Praise

I also – always – am about encouraging folks to write their own psalms. For this introductory week, think about trying a little parallelism in your prayers. Pray a request, and then think of another way to say it. If nothing else, it helps slow things down and makes your prayer more meditative.

I’m going to close by writing a short sample lament. Wanting to keep it short, I will not go into as much detail as many of the Psalms do. I’m thinking of all my neighbors and friends who are federal employees facing chaos, so here’s a lament for them, including the seven parts.

Lord, I come before you
as a child to a compassionate parent.
I know that you hear;
I believe that you listen.

Lord, our government is in chaos;
norms and rules are being ignored.
People are losing their jobs willy-nilly,
with no notice
with no severance
with no chance to prepare.
Lives are being upended
and people don’t know where to turn.
Even worse is all the good work
being disregarded and denigrated
as if hard work serving others
is all a grift to steal from the very people they serve.

Father, we do trust you.
If you see the sparrow fall,
then you know about each life
facing the difficulties of job loss
or the withdrawal of benefits
depended on to get out of a hard space.

Lord, we ask you to act!
We ask you to work for justice!
Help those who have been wrongfully terminated,
those who have been abandoned,
those wrongfully detained and deported,
and all others harmed by recent actions.

Christ, there’s so much,
we don’t even know how to respond.
Send your Spirit and show us
what we can do
to speed the cause of justice,
to help the oppressed,
to call the mighty to account,
to aid the destitute.

Lord, the arc of the universe
does bend toward justice;
the path of history
does show oppressors losing.

We will rejoice with each victory,
big or small.
And we will watch to see
all the ways you will bring triumph out of loss.

May it be so, Lord. Thank you that though we came from dust, your compassion for us never fails.

Laments for Lent

The season of Lent is almost here.

And this year it’s coming at a rough time in northern Virginia. A large proportion of the population here is federal workers and federal contractors. And they’re suddenly losing their jobs, or at the very least losing their coworkers. Many who aren’t in that category themselves have family members who are. Every single person who lives in this area knows people affected by this chaos and turmoil.

I didn’t grow up in churches that observed Lent, but even the more conservative church I joined eighteen years ago had an Ash Wednesday service, and now it’s an important part of services at the United Methodist Church I attend. As I understand it, Lent is a time of self-reflection and confession in preparation for Easter.

And it seems like a good time to think about Laments.

I wrote a book called Praying with the Psalmists that takes the reader through the entire book of Psalms in 12 weeks. My full manuscript for that book is currently being considered by an agent – so instead of dithering and spinning my wheels as to what she might be thinking about it, I’ve decided to start on my next book. And I decided a wonderful follow-up will be Laments for Lent. [I know that title won’t necessarily attract readers – most people aren’t as enamored with Laments as I am. So I’m trying to come up with a good subtitle – if you have any ideas, post them in the comments!]

I love the Laments in Psalms, which may come as a surprise to folks not familiar with them. Here’s the thing: Laments prove that God can handle our pain. Laments prove that we don’t have to always wear a happy face when we approach God in prayer.

But besides that, Laments are surprisingly faith-building, surprisingly full of trust. The Laments in Scripture follow a specific form – and the form itself includes reminders that, though times are hard, we really do trust God. In fact, a large number finish off by visualizing how happy they’re going to be when God acts.

So – Laments seem all the more appropriate for this time we find ourselves in. So much is going wrong, it’s hard to keep track of it all. And going through the parts of a Lament during this Lenten season I hope will help me bring the troubles before God and encourage me at the same time. And I hope that sharing these thoughts will help others, too.

My plan for the book Laments for Lent is a smaller scope than Praying with the Psalmists. I’m thinking it will be a series of daily devotionals for the 40 days of Lent plus Sundays, and each day we’ll look at one of the Laments or Psalms of Confession. And each week we’ll look at a different part of a Lament and think about opening our own hearts to God.

For the blog series, I’m not going to post daily, but I would like to post weekly. I’m thinking sort of a rough draft/initial plan for what the book will be about, sketching out the themes I’ll hit with each week’s devotionals. I’m going to try to post every Sunday during Lent, and by the end I should have an idea if I’ve really got enough to say for a book. I’m also hoping I’ll get plenty of comments and feedback to direct that project.

And this introductory post has gotten longer than I intended – I was going to lead right into an Ash Wednesday post. But why don’t I leave this as an introduction and I’ll come back for Ash Wednesday, beginning with words from Psalms.

It’s Time for a Lament.

I’ve written an as-yet-unpublished book on Psalms, Praying with the Psalmists, about the different types of Psalms and how we can use them as patterns for our own prayer. It might sound odd, but one of my favorite forms is the Lament. It’s also the most common form, and Laments show that we can bring all of our troubles to God, that we don’t have to always put on a happy face when we come before God. But also, the form of a Lament reminds us that we can trust God.

And I’m not going to let the name of the current president appear in this blog, but gracious – how much havoc he has caused in the first weeks of his second time in office. I live in northern Virginia, where a large percentage of the population is federal workers, and anxiety fills the air here. My small group and I tried to make a list of things to pray about, to try to be less overwhelmed, and even that was supremely difficult and gets added to every day.

So – I tried to be more general and come up with five general things to pray about daily, so I can tick them off on my fingers. Here’s what I came up with:

1) For people who have been and are being harmed by these actions, that this harm will be quickly mitigated.

This includes federal workers being fired, and others trying to work with smaller staff.
It includes transgender people losing civil rights and access to medication.
It includes families of those killed in the plane crashes after FAA personnel were fired.
It includes people being imprisoned in concentration camps because they tried to come here for refuge.

2) For forces of good that have been stopped, that the good will quickly start up again.

This includes everyone across the world helped by USAID.
It includes everyone helped by the Department of Education.
It includes everyone helped by the Consumer Protection Board.
It includes everyone who uses Medicaid.
It includes funding for cancer research, and so many other programs and research I don’t know about.

3) For the Constitution and the rule of law to be upheld.

Yes, we’re in a Constitutional crisis. It’s clearly illegal to fire Inspectors General without giving notice to Congress. Judges have already ruled against the administration in more than one case, and they’re talking about ignoring the judges. If they get away with that, they are ignoring the Constitution and grabbing the power of a dictator. I don’t want to live in a dictatorship.

This includes prayer for our elected officials, that they will do everything in their own power to uphold the Constitution.

4) For protection from further harm.

Firing air traffic controllers and replacing people with AI? What could go wrong? Refusing to allow the CDC to put out information when Avian flu is mutating? Allowing a rogue foreigner and an agency not approved by Congress to access all our personal data with access to Treasury computers? Talking about eliminating Social Security and Medicare? Talking about attacking other countries based on whims? Building prison camps in El Salvador? There’s so much, it’s hard to know what to worry about next.  Please protect us all, Lord!

5) For evil actions to come to light.

The administration has their own propaganda department, courtesy of right-wing “news” sources. And they are practiced in casting blame – trying to blame the recent plane crashes on Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion, with absolutely no evidence, for example. The rogue department that’s decimating the rest of the government has been avoiding any transparency. May that not stand. May the truth come out. May what is whispered in the dark be spoken in the daylight.

So – those are what I want to pray about. Now I’m going to write a short lament to do so – but consider all the listing above to be part of the lament.

Here are the parts of a lament:

A – Address to God
C – Complaint
C – Confession of Trust
E – Entreaty
S – Sureness of Help
S – Subsequent Praise

A Lament for a Time of Chaos

Help us, Lord!
We come before you asking that you hear our prayers.
Hear our prayer;
listen to our cry.

Lord, so many people are being harmed
by this administration’s callous actions.
Folks are illegally losing their jobs;
others are losing their civil rights.
And people who believed they could better their lives in America
are being imprisoned without recourse.

And Father, I didn’t realize how much good our country did
until it got stopped.
Fill in the gaps of helping cancer research
disease prevention
mitigating poverty
Alzheimer’s research
and so much more.
Help those who rely on Medicaid,
who need student loans,
who rely on grants for funding
to get by while it’s paused.

Lord, wicked men are ignoring our laws,
they’re blatantly breaking laws specifically written to keep this country a democracy.
They’re flaunting their power
and saying, “Who can stop us?”

Lord, we know that you do see.
We believe that you do have power.
And I’m sorry that my trust
sounds so feeble right about now.
Will you indeed act?

Arise, O Lord!
Do not forget the marginalized.
Let the wicked fall into the pit they’ve dug.
Let their feet be caught in the net they have hidden.
May all their wickedness come to light.
May their power grabs be their downfall.
And please, protect your children
from further harm.
Show us how to resist.
Cut through the chaos and guide us
what to do to help preserve our republic.

Lord God, I do believe that the arc of the universe
bends toward justice.
Please speed up that bending!
Let this setback to justice, mercy, and truth be short.

And when it all comes crashing down for these wicked people,
our hearts will be light
and there will be rejoicing in the streets.

May that day come soon, Lord God!

***

Okay, that’s what I came up with on the spot. I will be praying my five prayer requests daily for the forseeable future. May the Lord have mercy on us.

A Lament for the Election

My small group is going through a wonderful book on Joy, Champagne for the Soul, by Mike Mason. I love the book, I love focusing on Joy, and I love the discussions we’re having in our group.

However, something I read yesterday hit me wrong. He was talking about Joy as a sacrifice – sacrificing whatever it is that gets in the way of Joy, whether anger or pride or complaining.

The psalmist knew how to shake free of trouble with a psalm. That’s what the psalms are – sacrifices of joy. David knew God’s pleasure is not in dead animals or rituals but in what happens in the human heart. If the heart doesn’t engage joyfully in worship, or at least emerge from worship rejoicing, then the sacrifice is incomplete. The ultimate sacrifice we can offer the Lord is the sacrifice of joy.

Many of the psalms begin in joy, and those that don’t start on a high note usually end that way. As the psalmist enters the presence of God, no matter how burdened he may be, there’s a movement from negative to positive. The heart lifts as all that weighs it down is sacrificed….

For the person committed to joy, so many roads are no longer open – scorn, impatience, complaining, criticism. When all such easy and habitual options are cut off, a wonderful clarification takes place in th spirit. The dross settles out, leaving room only for the gold of joy.

Joy is the ultimate sacrifice.

Why did those lines hit me the wrong way?

Well, first let me say that we’ve all known people who kill the joy of everyone around them with their complaining. I’m not saying that negative emotions are good things. I also agree that the Psalms move from negative to positive.

But I don’t like the term “sacrifice” used about those negative emotions. It’s not like you cut them off and you’re not allowed to feel them. It’s not a matter of squelching them and refusing to feel them. The psalmists literally say “I pour out my complaint”! They go into great detail about their problems – that’s part of the process.

So maybe that can be thought of as sacrifice if you make an effort to pour out the complaints to God instead of the people around you. But you don’t give up feeling bad, because you’re still human.

Now, with all that in mind, something that’s hurting my Joy these days is worrying about the election. So why don’t I model the Lament process by writing a Lament for the Election? Now, I already did one in my personal journal, and I think for public consumption, I won’t write out ALL my worries. But a Lament really does help you move from negative to positive – not because of “sacrificing” the negative emotions, but because of acknowledging them and bringing them to God.

Here are the parts of a Lament:
Address to God
Complaint
Confession of Trust
Entreaty
Sureness of Help
Subsequent Praise

So, here’s a sample Lament for the Election:

Lord, I come before you
to bring you my worries and fears.
Hear my prayer,
listen to my voice.

Father, I’m afraid of what could happen,
I’m worried about the future.
Especially if the guy should win who talks about
taking rights from transgender people like my daughter
and demonizing the vulnerable among us
and taking away citizenship from people who thought they had it
and deporting people who get our food to market
and depriving women of rights over their own bodies
and trying to stop people from reading books they don’t agree with
and threatening to imprison librarians like me who make those books available
and so much more.

And if he doesn’t win,
I’m worried about unrest and violence
and accusations of cheating
and disregard for the law.
I’m worried about people in power
who will try to further those outcomes.

But Lord, I do trust you.
Bad things happen,
but you always bring good out of it,
at the very least rousing people to stand up for what’s right.

You’ve given us free will,
but you also direct our steps.
I see so many people standing up for the good,
for the rights of the poor and oppressed,
for joy and hope.

Rise up, O Lord!
Send your guidance to people throughout this country.
Help people to listen to your voice,
listen to angels nudging them
even listen to their own better nature.

Let any attempts to cheat
come to light and be thwarted.
Let any violence
be stopped before it can erupt.

I do believe that your Spirit guides us, Lord.
I do believe that you are moving.

I look forward to the day after the election
when we can rejoice
because Joy and Hope have triumphed,
because we’ve elected a president
who will work to do right by the people of America.
And we will be glad!

I didn’t put names in this Lament. So honestly, if you really feel differently from me about who would try to do evil and who would work to do good, you can pray that. May we listen to God’s guidance as we vote.

And people tell me I shouldn’t let my hopes get too high. We’ve all been burned before. But part of the Lament form is visualizing how filled with joy you’ll be when God answers your prayer – and I’d rather go there.

Lamenting Leukemia – Again

Last week, I wrote a Lament for a Leak. This week I got much worse news, so it’s time to write a Lament for Leukemia. Except wait — I already wrote a Lament for Leukemia.

Yes, this is about my same niece, Meredith. Now she’s seven years old, and she’s still dealing with leukemia.

I remember the Lament form using the ACCESS acronym:

Address to God
Complaint
Confession of Trust
Entreaty
Sureness of Help
Subsequent Praise

[If you’re interested in reading a book about writing your own psalms, subscribe to this blog or to my Sondermusings substack, and I will definitely let you know if/when I find a publisher. You’ll also find out some things along the way. Let me encourage you to try the lament form and post your own examples in the comments.]

For now, another lament for leukemia:

[Address to God]
Lord, we don’t know where to turn
and so we turn to You.
You love us and care for us,
you hear prayer,
but we don’t understand
how children can suffer so much
in this world you’ve made.

[Complaint]
Meredith was in remission!
She did so well with immunotherapy!
No side effects!
Out of the hospital on the first possible day!

Our hopes were high.
Our hearts lifted to see her
dancing ballet,
learning Parkour.
(Parkour seems to be navigating obstacles with strength and grace —
may she navigate these new obstacles with strength and grace.)

But only a couple weeks later,
her b-cells are back.
The reengineered t-cells are no longer
protecting her from leukemia.

We don’t want to be ungrateful.
Her big sister is a match!
But the stem cell transplant process
is hard,
is risky,
is scary.
And we’d gotten to hoping she could do without it.

Lord, she’s just a kid!
Seven years old, with years of painful and uncomfortable treatments
behind her.
She was doing activities,
going back to school,
learning new things,
even growing her hair back.
Now it’s time for six more weeks in the hospital (at least).

[Confession of Trust]
Lord, we know that you do see trouble and grief.
You consider it to take it in hand.
You will be with your children
every step of the way.

[Entreaty]
Lord, have mercy!
Grant Meredith health and healing.
Uphold her family.
Grant them all grace and peace.

Give her sister peace and rest
as she donates her stem cells,
and transform her blood into
healing and salvation for Meredith.

Lord, we don’t even understand fully how it works,
but turn her sister’s blood into good medicine
that gives Meredith new health and new life
and many years of thriving.

[Sureness of Help]
Thank you, Lord, that you do hear our prayers.
Thank you for the amazing developments in medicine
that have produced this cure for leukemia.
Thank you that you have been with this family for years already
and you’re not abandoning them now.

[Subsequent Praise]
Lord, help us dare to celebrate again
when the stem cells do their work.
Let us look forward to the day
when her blood has been renewed
and she is cured.
We look forward to singing for joy
at the healing you bring.

Lament for a Leak

I’m upset over something that happened yesterday. And I feel stupid for being so upset. The something is that in a rainstorm, I discovered my bedroom window is leaking badly. My office window is also leaking.

I feel like that shouldn’t upset me so much — and then my mind keeps spinning over reasons why it does.

And that gets me thinking about Psalms.

You see, I recently finished writing a book about Psalms, Praying with the Psalmists. I don’t yet have a publisher, but my premise is that you can use the patterns from Psalms to write your own prayers.

And I want to try a Lament for this Leak. I think it will help me calm down my catastrophic thinking.

I learned when studying Psalms that God wants our honesty. The psalmists seem somewhat extreme in their complaints. So if I’m extreme in what I worry about regarding this stupid leak — well, that’s okay. God can handle it.

I’ll use parallelism, and I’ll use the ACCESS form of a Lament:

Address to God
Complaint
Confession of Trust
Entreaty
Sureness of Help
Subsequent Praise

Here goes! I’m going to sit down and write this now and try not to edit it too much. This is my prayer.

[Address to God]
Lord, I’m coming to you about this leak,
I’m telling you my worries and fears
because I want to trust that you care about me;
I want to believe that you listen to my concerns.

This one seems too petty for you, God.
I’m a grown-up, shouldn’t I deal with it?
But let me come to you like a child
because as a father has compassion on his children
so you have compassion on those who follow you.

A situation like this makes me miss my father,
miss someone to turn to,
miss not having to be the most responsible one.
So it’s time to turn to You, Father.

[Complaint]
It’s just a window!
But I’ve been afraid of this.

When my air conditioner went out and pulled me back into debt,
my friend said, “What’s *really* expensive are windows.”
Just a couple years ago, our condo association sent out a notice:
Replacing windows is now the responsibility of the homeowner.
Because they’re all getting old,
and the association can’t afford to replace them all.
They had us vote on it,
but what could I do?
We don’t want our fees to go up,
but neither do I want the expense.
Had a feeling it would be relevant,
but hoped I was just superstitious.

Many months ago, I noticed a leak
in the window in my office.
But it didn’t happen again
until yesterday.
I’d hoped it was a fluke.

For the same months, I’ve been noticing a wet, rotting wood smell
near the window in my bedroom
every time it rains.
But never saw any water.
Maybe I’m imagining it?
After all, if I don’t actually see a leak,
how could it actually be there?

Then yesterday it was spitting out.
My head got sprinkled when I ducked in to see where it was coming from.

The rug was wet next to my bed.
Then I saw splashes on the things under the window.
I moved those things next to the piles
removed from my closet months ago.
I got a step ladder and found the water was coming
from the wooden casing above the window.
The paint is cracked, and water was coming out
randomly all in a line,
all along the top of the window,
falling all the way down
not in a stream I could catch in a bowl,
but spreading out and spraying.

I put down plastic,
wiped it down.
The office window was leaking too.
(Usually wind drives rain the other direction
— that’s the one good side.)

Four months ago, a bathroom leak from the condo above me
destroyed my master bathroom and closet.
I still haven’t returned everything to the closet,
trying to sort through the boxes of books.
I’ve only just recently finished cleaning the dust
from the reconstruction.
I still haven’t gotten back
the $500 deductible,
because the problem didn’t originate within my unit.

So I don’t want another project.
I haven’t put my house back together after the last one!
Problems are supposed to wait their turn!
Aren’t they?

And money!
Ten years ago, my Dad gave me the down payment to buy this place.
A few years later, a home equity loan allowed me to pay off
heavy debt from my divorce.

Then the water heater broke…
then the air conditioner…
and always, God provided.

In a few months, I’ll have my car paid off,
and I was already daydreaming about saving little by little
to buy one more car – without payments –
before I retire.

I’d got it in my head that at last I’d go back to visit Germany
where I lived for ten years,
but haven’t seen for eighteen years.
I’d go next June for my sixtieth birthday.
What better way to celebrate?

Now I feel like who am I
to dare to plan for something special like that?
Who am I to think
I can be out of debt for more than a few months at a time?

And, Lord, I know it’s so childish!
It’s expensive to own a home.
My condo already saved my financial situation.
At worst, surely I can get a home equity loan.
But I’m still complaining!
This is the part about all the thoughts going through my head:

How dare I think I can have nice things?
I’m on the Morris committee!
How can I possibly find time to have people come through my home
open up a wall
rip things apart
and put in a new window?
And how will I ever find time to clean up after?
Why can’t I just ignore the problem
and hope the wind won’t blow that direction with rain ever again?

And where do I start?
Who do I call?
(The condo association.
Maybe they can tell me where to get windows that match.)

Okay, that’s the start of my complaint, Lord!
It’s a big mess of money and time that I for sure
do not want to spend right now.

It childishly doesn’t seem fair
when I haven’t even put things back together after the other leak.

It all seemed like more when I was stewing.
But those are my complaints, Lord.
I’m not looking forward to dealing with it.
I’m not looking forward to paying for it.
I’m not looking forward to having people fix it.
I’m not looking forward to moving my furniture to make it happen.
I’m not looking forward to the disruption of folks working on it.
I’m not looking forward to cleaning up after it.

And I keep hoping the problem is just a fluke,
but yesterday was enough water
that I think the time for ignoring the problem
is long past.

[Confession of Trust]
Lord, thank you that writing all that out
isn’t nearly as bad as what was spinning in my head.
Thank you for this home
and how it solved my credit card debt.
Thank you that you provided
after all the other repairs and after dental crises and other unexpected expenses.
Thank you for that $3000 award that came
exactly when I was $3000 in debt.

Father, by now I should have learned that you can meet my needs.
And you help me deal with things I don’t want to deal with.
And you help me find professionals who know what they’re doing.
And I can really do this Grown-up stuff!

And yes, I can trust you, Lord.
And no, this isn’t a disaster.
And yes, I have so many resources
and should probably be ashamed for how upset this got me.
Because you will be with me, Lord,
as you have been with me before.

[Entreaty]
Lord, be with me
as you have promised!
Grant me wisdom
to figure out who to call,
to find trustworthy professionals,
who quote me a good price.
If I need a home equity loan to pay for it,
help me through that process, too.
Make me thankful for my cozy and beautiful home
as I invest in it something in return
for the shelter it has provided to me.

Be with me in this process, Lord.
May it not cost as much money and time
as I fear.
And provide for my needs,
as you always do.
Help me not to fret;
eliminate my disaster thinking,
and grant me grace as I carry on.

[Sureness of Help]
Lord, already I feel more calm.
I know that you see me
and you will help me
and you keep me from disaster.

[Subsequent Praise]
When it’s all done,
when I have brand-new windows
with a lovely new window treatment
(because why not?)
and my house put back together —

It’s time for me to have a party
and tell my friends:
I was so worried about this;
I felt sorry for myself dealing with it on my own,
but the Lord helped me through.

Okay, that’s my psalm of lament.

It’s childish, it’s silly. I’m making a fuss over something people deal with all the time.

But you know what? I feel better after writing that. More equipped to figure out what needs to be done, and not panic about what it will take to do it.

For you, reader, it’s not that I want to make you listen to all my petty worries. It’s that I want to share that we all have petty worries. And yes, we can pray about them! And for me, the Lament form really helps.

May the Lord bless you and keep you.

A Lament for Leukemia

This week, my small group is covering the chapter from my not-yet-published book Praying with the Psalmists about Thanksgiving Psalms. Since I want them to try praying their own thanksgiving psalm, I’m planning to take up the challenge myself.

But then my family got some terrible news — and I need to write a lament first.

Here’s a picture of my brother’s family, which I took in Maui last December at my sister’s wedding.

Their middle child, Meredith, six years old, this week relapsed with leukemia. Her first diagnosis with leukemia was January 2020, when she was three years old. She went through two years of treatments and appointments and one year ago was given a clean bill of health, and we all thought it was over and done.

So this is quite a blow. (And anyone reading this, please say a prayer for Meredith.)

So before I tackle a thanksgiving psalm (And before this news, I was thinking of thanking God for Meredith’s healing. It was a beautiful thing.) — I need to pray a lament for Meredith and this awful news.

I made an acronym to remember the form of a Lament:
Address to God
Complaint
Confession of Trust
Entreaty
Sureness of Help
Subsequent Praise

This isn’t going to be polished. But let me pray:

Lord, I come before you.
Hear my prayer.
Listen to my heart’s cry
and look with compassion on my family.

Six years old, Lord!
She’s only six years old.
Pain and discomfort and medical appointments have been a big part of her life.
Lord, she’s a child!
Not a saint, but a beautiful wonder of your creation.
With your image inside her,
the spark of independent thought,
a little girl full of life and wonder and curiosity and fun.
Her family’s been through so much, Lord.
Her parents have lived with the fear of losing her for half her life.
On top of so many other pressures.
Lord, it’s too much!
Father, I notice that when I mention to anyone
that my six-year-old niece is again facing leukemia,
every single person responds with compassion.
How could you do anything less?
Lord, look on this child, this family
have compassion on their pain and fear.

And, Lord, you showed up before.
You got them through those two years of treatments.
They were daunted; it was hard,
but her body responded well
and she finished the treatments
with joy and celebration.
We know that your compassion is unending
and your mercy is great.

Lord, grant Meredith your healing.
Grant her family your grace and strength.
We ask for life for Meredith,
life and health and joy.
Show your mercy;
send your comfort.

“You, O God, do see trouble and grief;
you consider it to take it in hand.”
We know that you love Meredith
more than any human can.
We know that you see;
we know that you care.

And Lord, we look forward to the day
when we can celebrate again
for Meredith once more
enjoying a body free of cancer.
Somehow, we’re going to top a unicorn party!