Risen Christ you walk from the garden
directly into the wind and mud,
where Cyclone Seroja has blown
and flood and landslide
have brought so much sorrow.
We pray for Adonara and Timor-Leste,
For Lembata, facing the rocks
of Lewotolok volcano,
For Australia in the cyclone’s path,
For those who are grieving,
those who are searching for loved ones,
those whose homes, schools,
places of work,
are damaged or destroyed.
Lord, have mercy, Christ have mercy,
and may we be the hands and feet
of your risen love. amen.
It was my thought that the call from God to make a place of prayer for all nations as my calling, this Lent — not as in a “place where people from all nations could pray, though that is my hope and the heart of new project of a chapbook of poetry for the Peace Cathedral in the Republic of Georgia, as within a Baptist Church sanctuary they build a synagogue and a mosque — but as my praying for the nations of the world for which people of my homeland, beloved homeland, the United States, can often remain unaware because the newsfeed of our own election, struggle with covid, gun tragedies, is so prominent.
But it is not just for Lent — this is the call of Eastertide and Pentecost, this is the call of all our Ordinary and Extraordinary time — to pray for the world and for all God’s children.
Seacoast New Hampshire, where I live is the third largest concentration of new Americans who have come from Indonesia in the United States. I served ten years in a church which was Anglo in the morning but companioned with a UCC congregation that worshiped in Bahassa Indonesia. Truly today we are praying for the beloveds of many neighbors.