Lord, God of all breathing life, I make no secret of the fact that I am deeply troubled by things going on in the world. From corruption in government to false information about medicines and treatments . . . from wars and threatened wars to people canceling others because true (or at least alternate) ideas threaten them . . . from deep fear of gender ideology’s encroachment to personal concerns in my sphere about crime, drug abuse, and mental and emotional health issues affecting those I love . . . all of this combines to suck away any wisps of remaining positive outlook.
And so I pray for the world, and I pray for me. I pray to You as the Father of Life. I pray without hope in this life, but I pray to You as the One who could change things.
I continue this late-hour prayer in the form of prayer-song words. . . .
From “Abide with Me”
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day.
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need Thy presence ev’ry passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.
. . .
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies.
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee.
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
– Henry Francis Lyte, 1847
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One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o’er and o’er;
Today I’m nearer to my home
Than e’er I’ve been before.
. .
Savior, confirm my trust!
Complete my faith in Thee;
And let me feel as if I stood
Close to eternity —
Feel as if now my feet
Were slipping o’er the brink.
For I may now be nearer home,
Much nearer than I think.
– Phoebe Cary, 1852
Oddly enough, I liked that song even when I was college-aged. There is something very warmly appealing about it, at least to me. Whereas a few others mocked the notion of “slipping over the brink,” I thought the idea of being nearer to “home” than ever before was good and God-oriented.
I still do.
I won’t tell you how to think, but the status quo almost demands of yours truly that I look beyond this life and its status, for something else. And I submit that is neither morbid nor poorly conceived to do so—because of the world.
Finally, I will simply link to the most thoroughgoing of my past multiple posts that references the song “Still, Still With Thee,” by Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Still, still with God, in breathless adoration. It will be sweet to wake, and find Him there.