Help us, O Lord, to love broken things.
Sometimes, we confess, the respectable religiousness in us
pontificates about your holiness
and makes it sound like you yourself
cannot bear to look upon your failures and flaws and sins
without needing to zap us with lightning
for our imperfections.
We say such things because (we think)
it makes our theology tidier if you are “tough on sin.”
But you appear to have gone out of your way, God,
not only to love the messiness of us,
but to immerse yourself in it,
with us,
near us,
among us,
without holding your divine nose
even in a literal barn.
You love broken things. You love us.
Enable us to love, as you do,
this world with all its jaggedness.”
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