Prayer 18
Worship
Prayers for the Age of Technology
Object:
Dear Author Of Great Mysteries:
A writer of a previous generation, trapped in the maw of racial prejudice, marveled that you would make a poet black, and bid him sing.
I marvel that you would choose a person with a thirst for knowledge, steep him in the ethos of modern science, fill him with expectations of objectivity and validation of data, and bid him witness to truths buried in the matrix of ancient miscalculations and mysticism.
It cannot be that you are a sadist who enjoys the sight of suffering. But what is the meaning? How should the fact of this agony be assessed?
Is it a test, like that which Job experienced? Is the hope that truth will be discovered, or faith refined, by the ordeal?
Is it possible that I, along with the many others like me, am being pressed toward a more mature level of faith and insight?
I am clinging, Lord, determined to hold on to faith. I trust you, though I cannot see you clearly, or understand you to the extent of my heart's desire.
Help me endure the pain and learn the purpose of it. Do not permit questions and doubts to become overwhelming; make them serve the cause of faith.
Keep me ever hopeful, and let me be an encouragement to fellow sufferers along the way.
A humbler, or more sincere, prayer I cannot offer. Amen.
A writer of a previous generation, trapped in the maw of racial prejudice, marveled that you would make a poet black, and bid him sing.
I marvel that you would choose a person with a thirst for knowledge, steep him in the ethos of modern science, fill him with expectations of objectivity and validation of data, and bid him witness to truths buried in the matrix of ancient miscalculations and mysticism.
It cannot be that you are a sadist who enjoys the sight of suffering. But what is the meaning? How should the fact of this agony be assessed?
Is it a test, like that which Job experienced? Is the hope that truth will be discovered, or faith refined, by the ordeal?
Is it possible that I, along with the many others like me, am being pressed toward a more mature level of faith and insight?
I am clinging, Lord, determined to hold on to faith. I trust you, though I cannot see you clearly, or understand you to the extent of my heart's desire.
Help me endure the pain and learn the purpose of it. Do not permit questions and doubts to become overwhelming; make them serve the cause of faith.
Keep me ever hopeful, and let me be an encouragement to fellow sufferers along the way.
A humbler, or more sincere, prayer I cannot offer. Amen.

