This prayer formed in my heart as I visited some war memorials last year and then travelled to the 15th century Rosslyn Chapel where stained-glass windows depict a unique view of the Last Supper (Judas’ back was to the table and his face was visible to the viewer) and the crucifixion (Mary and the women were standing behind the cross and facing the viewer). The passage today brought that lament to mind:
O Lord,
Sometimes worries burden me and weigh me down. I feel so helpless.
The string of names of those who die in war surely encircles the world
hundreds of times.
I shudder to see the gloating face of Judas as he leaves the Last Supper,
clutching to his heart the tainted 30 pieces of silver.
I sob to see Mary’s face as she stands at the cross,
her countenance crumbling
and broken
like your body.
Help me to hold to my heart
the things of life which are the lasting signs of your kingdom:
the gifts of the Spirit;
the joy of each new day;
the treasure of each relationship;
gratitude for your loving care.
Praise be to you now and forever. Amen.
Amen and amen. —