The heaviness of the week has caused much reflection. My grandfather was born in Ukraine. His family was not ethnic Ukranian as they were Dutch/Belgian Mennonites, but knowing that bombs have dropped near where his family and hundreds of other Mennonite families had settled in the 18th Century brings a weight that is hard to bear.
Christ has died, Christ is Risen, Christ will come again.
A Prayer for Military Families and the people of Ukraine
Be present in these first moments of our fear, for the footings of our lives as we’ve known it are shaken. Unwelcome news has tilted the world suddenly, robbing us of balance and bearing, casting all plans for pleasant futures in a wavering light.
Be near is ways that we can sense and know.
Convince us of your care. Be our everlasting rock, our unassailable fortress, our fierce defender.
Steady the spinning of our world.
—Adapted from A Liturgy for When the News is Bad, (Every Moment Holy, Vol. II: Death, Grief and Hope, 2021), 3.
You keep track of all my sorrows.(Psalm 56:8, NLT)
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.
I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”(Revelation 21:3-4, NLT)