The Noise

Posted: April 21, 2008 in books, missional, poverty, prayer

I recently picked up Walter Brueggemann’s book, Prayers for a Privileged People. Great prayers, poems really! This morning, one particular prayer caught me eye. This is especially pertinent given this political time and the upcoming election. It’ called, The Noise of Politics.

We watch as the jets fly in

            with the power people and

            the money people,

            the suits, the budgets, the billions

 

We wonder about monetary policy

            because we are among the haves,

And about generosity

            because we care about the have-nots.

 

By slower modes we notice

            Lazarus and the poor arriving from Africa

            and the beggars from Central Europe, and

            the throng of environmentalists

               with their visions of butterflies and oil

                                    of flowers and tanks

                                    of growing things and

                                                killing fields.

 

We wonder about peace and war,

            about ecology and development,

            about hope and entitlement.

 

We listen beyond jeering protesters and

               soaring jets and

            faintly we hear the mumbling of the crucified one,  

            something about

               feeding the hungry

               and giving drink to the thirsty

               about clothing the naked,

               and noticing the prisoners,

               more about the least and about holiness among them.

 

We are moved by the numbers of the gospel,

            even while we are tenured in our privilege

 

We are half ready to join the choir of hope,

                        half afraid things might change

                           and in a third half of our faith

                                    turning to you,

                           and your outpouring love

                           that works justice and

                           that binds us each and all to one another.

 

So we pray amid jeering protesters

               and soaring jets.

Come by here and make new,

               even at some risk to our entitlements. 

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Comments
  1. Russ says:

    Excellent. When did he write this?

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