You are the one from whom no secret can be hid, who sees behind all of our piety, pretense, and cover-up …
and we are the ones with many secrets, some shameful, some shocking, some risky …all of them precious to us.
We begin this day with that acknowledgment before you, you seeing and knowing us, a perfect match for our hiddenness.
Those secrets – conventionally – are about having done that which we ought not to have done, having not done that which we ought to have done.
And there is enough of that for the day.
Just behind that – other secrets more telling and risky and surely more scandalous:
that behind our ready faith comes impatience with you,
that behind our eager vocation lurks cynicism, because nothing changes,
that behind our gratitude toward you is our sense that you are stingy with us,
that behind our much prayer is our sureness about your absence, indifference, and detachment.
All of that – our deep disappointment in you – is signed by our fidelity unappreciated,
by alienation all around not swamped by your love,
by loneliness not visited in gestures of communion,
by all the intractable issues of poverty, homelessness, and violence that we take to be your proper business.
We will keep praying – but now you know.
We will keep praying, but wondering, daring to doubt.
We pray in all our Friday candor.
Walter Brueggemann. Awed to Heaven, Rooted in Earth: The Prayers of Walter Brueggemann (p. 36). Kindle Edition.