The Saturday Blessing
A Prayer for the Hurt Locker
This week, we finally stopped pretending that “faithful” means “unbreakable.” We admitted that the hills are steep, the “hurt locker” is real, and that sometimes the most radical thing we can do for social justice is to get in the boat and head for the other side of the lake.
Here is a blessing for the tired rider and the weary gardener.
The Saturday Blessing
May you be blessed with the humility to admit when you are in the ditch.
May you be blessed with a “bike club” of friends who know how to ride beside you until the wind comes back to your lungs.
May you find the courage to scarf the waffle, to chug the Coke, and to celebrate the small oases even while the hills still loom ahead.
And when the world demands you be the Sun, may you remember that you are a human being with a heart that needs a rest and a soul that needs a crew. May you trust that the Garden is in good hands, even when those hands aren’t yours.
Go find the rest in the draft until you are ready to climb again. Amen.
