O Lord, reflect on what has happened to us;
consider and look at our disgrace.
Our inheritance is turned over to strangers;
foreigners now occupy our homes.
We have become fatherless orphans;
our mothers have become widows.
We must pay money for our own water;
we must buy our own wood at a steep price.
We are pursued—they are breathing down our necks;
we are weary and have no rest.
We have submitted to Egypt and Assyria
in order to buy food to eat.
Our forefathers sinned and are dead,
but we suffer their punishment.
Slaves rule over us;
there is no one to rescue us from their power.
At the risk of our lives, we get our food
because robbers lurk in the wilderness.
Our skin is as hot as an oven
due to a fever from hunger.
They raped women in Zion,
virgins in the towns of Judah.
Princes were hung by their hands;
elders were mistreated.
The young men perform menial labor;
boys stagger from their labor.
The elders are gone from the city gate;
the young men have stopped playing their music.
Our hearts no longer have any joy;
our dancing is turned to mourning.
The crown has fallen from our head;
woe to us, for we have sinned!
Because of this, our hearts are sick;
because of these things, we can hardly see through our tears.
For wild animals are prowling over Mount Zion,
which lies desolate.
But you, O Lord, reign forever;
your throne endures from generation to generation.
Why do you keep on forgetting us?
Why do you forsake us so long?
Bring us back to yourself, O Lord, so that we may return to you;
renew our life as in days before,
unless you have utterly rejected us
and are angry with us beyond measure. (New English Translation)
“’Knock and it shall be opened.’ But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?”C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
Prayer is not about getting the right words strung together in a correct formula in a perfect disposition of the heart. Rather, prayer is conversation and a dialogue with God.
Sometimes prayer looks a lot more like a triage unit in a hospital than it does a steeple on a church. Prayer often looks like desperation more than it does praise.
God is a Being that we can tell the truth about what is really going on in our lives. Prayer isn’t prayer when we just tell God what we think God wants to hear.
The biblical book of Lamentations is the prophet Jeremiah’s extended prayer of grief, lament, complaint, and raw feeling. His hometown of Jerusalem was decimated by the invading Babylonian army. Thousands of people were taken out of the city and into exile. The ones left, including Jeremiah, were beside themselves with anger, grief, sadness, and fear.
We hear his cry to God, not worrying about whether it is appropriate language or not. Jeremiah’s words and phrases to God were heartfelt and real:
“We’re worn out and without any rest.”
“All the joy is gone from our hearts.”
“We are heartsick.”
“We can hardly see through our tears.”
“Why do you keep forgetting us, God?”
“Lord, why dump us and leave us like this?
“Give us a fresh start, for God’s sake!”
Jeremiah was not concerned about how he looked or sounded, and not afraid to express his real thoughts and feelings.
Every thought and feeling is a valid entry into prayer. It is of utmost importance that we pray what is actually inside of us and not what we believe God would like to hear from us.
The Lord doesn’t like pretense and posturing; God wants the real us.
Plastic words and phony speeches are an affront to God. We must pray precisely what is on our minds and in our hearts – unfiltered, if need be. No matter the headache or the heartache, we only need to pray, without any concern for doing it perfectly.
“Suffering forces us to change.
We don’t like change and most of the time we fear it and fight it.
We like to remain in emotionally familiar places
even through sometimes those places are not healthy for us.
On occasion, the suffering is so great that we have to give up.
We surrender the old and begin anew.
Often it is the pain we experience that leads us, not only to a different life,
but a richer and more rewarding one.” Dennis Wholey
Gracious God, sometimes I feel like I have to have it all together to even speak to you. Yet you already know my heart better than I know it myself. Forgive my constant hiding from you and accept my heartfelt prayer to you for grace and help, through Jesus Christ my Savior and Lord. Amen.