
WHILE READING THE NEWS
I thank you
for this net that sweeps all waters
and brings me news of all the daily life
of all my neighbors
everywhere in the world.
Make me compassionate,
O God of all mercies,
with all my neighbors’ sufferings.
Teach me to know and feel
that distant anguish is
as aching as my own.
Teach me to pray,
“Thy kingdom come!”
as widely as Your Son
has willed it and meant it.
Teach me to do
what I can and must do
for all men.
Teach me long-reaching charity.
Give me faith to know,
when news is black as ink,
that Your hand is guiding all,
obscurely and unfathomably
but surely, surely
toward Your goal;
that when the world shakes
and Satan triumphs with short certainty,
Your Son, Jesus Christ, is Lord of all,
that He, the Lamb slain for our sins,
is opening the seals of Your book
and is working out
Your good and holy will.
Remember in Your mercy
the gatherers and disseminators of the news.
Protect them from all harm.
Keep them
from cynical and cheap success,
from a single taste for disaster,
from considered or deliberate distortion
of the sad and wondrous face of man.
From Pray for Joy, by Martin H. Franzmann (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1970)
1 comment:
"When news is as black as ink." Thank you for this.
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