It’s another day of cold darkness with teary-rain weather in many places.  It’s another day of darkness and teary-memories as Americans today remember the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.   But instead of his murder being a sign that things must change – racial slurs, hatred of “the other,” and violence continue. 

And God weeps.

Weeping God,
how you must ache
for your people who face uncertain futures.

How you must ache
for those who enter into conversations and political debate with open hearts and minds only to find threats,  harassment, and fear leading the discussions and governing decisions.

How you must ache
for those whose love of power, love of money and love of self, supersedes commitment to honesty, mercy, compassion, justice and integrity.

Some cry … “How long O Lord, how long?

Some whisper … “Let this cup be taken from us.”

Some try to remember … the presence of the Holy One 
even “in the valley of the shadow of death.”

Many feel a kaleidoscopic tumbling of emotions and know not what to do, how to pray, what to say.   And as they weep, the Creator weeps.

On this Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day, his words

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

“I have decided to stick to love…Hate is too great a burden to bear.”

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

“Faith is taking the first step, even when you can’t see the whole staircase.”

“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.”

“Forgiveness is not an occasional act. It is a permanent attitude.”

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”

“We may have all come on different ships, but we’re in the same boat now.”

must light a spark so that
… those who weep will never lose hope
… those who perpetrate abusive words and actions will be transformed by the power of love
… there will not be silence about things that matter
… and there will be no cause to refer to Weeping God unless the tears are tears of joy.

May you rest in peace Martin, faithful servant of the Creator and may the people who follow be inspired by your life, your witness, your words.



© June Maffin