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Complaining, blaming, excusing, and shaming are different facial expressions on the same worried face. We’ve all heard (and done) our share recently.

It’s a face that denies the pain, the wound, the problem. And in denial keeps healing at bay as the wound gapes.

Lament is an entirely different facial expression. Singular and powerful. Lament communicates an honest, anguished heart cry against the wounds of injustice, fear, disease, and pain. It is different from complaint because it is honest and carries shadows of hope. But more than anything lament invites the Healer in. Lament says, “Please, come near. I need help.”

Lament is a crucial aspect of spiritual formation because it connects our hearts to God’s heart.

Lament also lets us know how we actually feel. It’s like telling the doctor where it hurts.

God believes lament is so useful and powerful he commissioned an entire book of the Bible filled with it. Not to mention the Psalms and Jeremiah! And God listens to it attentively. And God responds. Not with Band-aides and Aspirin. But with redemptive healing.

This is why The Neighborhood Church Littleton asked me to write a lament and read it during Sunday [Zoom] worship. Read it below. And though it was written as a cry in this time of pandemic, isolation, and uncertainty, may it also lend a voice this Memorial Day to all those who grieve and have lost loved ones who served in the U. S. Military.

HOW DESERTED LIES MY HEART

(A modern lament based on the opening line of Lamentations 1)

How deserted lies my heart,

Once so full of hope!

And faith,

And dreams,

Love,

Freedom,

You!

Then the locust swarmed

Unexpected.

Previously undetected.

Devouring from inside 

Out.

Depositing

Stubbled doubt.

Quickly we masked the gates.

Sealed

Our fates.

Our courts now

Safe,

Silent.

Children playing on 

Polished tiles.

We peered out barred

Windows

At fearful devastation.

Heard locust rattle 

Against locked doors.

How deserted lie our hearts.

Safe

Inside

We sang songs to

Muffle their gnawing,

Buzzing,

Relentless, 

Invisible

Hunger.

We raised our voices

In debate.

Freedom!

No!

Safety!

More!

No!

Less!

Fear!

No!

Faith!

Anger!

Yes!

Still deserted lie our hearts.

Desolation mounted.

Answers flouted.

Helpless,

We called to our allies.

Consulted our modern gods.

But they betrayed us.

More deserted lie our hearts.

Science steadfast sat

Unable to agree,

Or decree.

Politicians jockeyed for

Position and failed to reach the 

Pole.

Reason fled

Naked and ridiculous.

Religion recalcitrant to

Speak

Folded

Hands in retreat

Fatuous Facebook

Pontificated

Freights of

Faulty

Fodder.

These gods of 

Our own making

Proved false.

Empty.

Inept.

The Enemy 

Of our souls

Laughed.

“I need no

Virus to kill

Faith or hope.

Or love!”

Utterly devastated lie our hearts.

From isolation

We cry,

“Lord,

Let your tears flow.

Forgive our

Misplaced faith.”

“These gods we’ve built

Return our

Prayers with

Silent hate.”

“Speak 

Almighty Redeemer!”

Then rose a

Star.

Long expected

By the wise,

Detected.

It a child spied

Blinking

In 

Dark

Sky.

She pointed

And cried,

“God is not

Asleep.

He has

Opened his

Heart’s eye!”

“Look!

He sees,

He hears

Our cry.”

“He is

Stirring.

Our 

Redeemer

Lives!” 

How comforted stands my heart!

 Your turn: Write a lament for your own prayer life or one for the comments here.

   

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