I'm unnerved by today's impeachment debate. I'm troubled by the meanness of it, but more: by the cruelty of those who would sacrifice democracy itself, not to mention the welfare of the country and the future of the planet (perhaps), in service to a egotist, a despot and a bully. Watching this debate, and witnessing the nastiness of denial, I'm struck (anew) by the idea that the people's government is beholden to interests that are not our own. This is brutal to put in writing, and maybe unfair: but there's almost something demonic about what I saw and heard today. It seemed that some awful, cruel, malevolent spirit was let loose in half the chamber; and it cared not a bit for our children, for our planet, for justice and equity and peace. It cared only for its own insatiable appetite. And that scares me.
So, in my practice, I ask again: "In light of my review, what is my response to the God of my life?"
I pray, dear and holy God, I pray: for the courage to refrain from bitterness and hate.
I pray, dear and holy God, I pray: for the chutzpah to be a true and disciplined democrat, committed to the rule of law and the governance of free people, unfettered by wealthy interests and corporate greed.
I pray, dear and holy God, I pray: for the vision that sees Emmanuel in the poor and strange, that meets Shekinah in the winter winds and surging seas, that partners with Christ in friends from all walks of life and all philosophies and creeds.
And I pray, dear and holy God, I pray: for a hopeful, resilent and joyful spirit. I want to sing tomorrow. And then I want to dance a little. And then I want to laugh and imagine better times.
This is my prayer tonight, after a day of impeachment debate. On my way to Christmas. Because somehow, someway, Christmas is coming.
