As today is the start of Holy Week, my writing about Trayvon Martin will be using as a point of departure either the Hebrew Scriptures passage or Psalm from the daily lectionary. Today’s reflection is taken from Psalm 31:9-16.
9 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress;
my eye wastes away from grief,
my soul and body also.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow,
and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my misery,
and my bones waste away.
11 I am the scorn of all my adversaries,
a horror to my neighbours,
an object of dread to my acquaintances;
those who see me in the street flee from me.
12 I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;
I have become like a broken vessel.
13 For I hear the whispering of many—
terror all around!—
as they scheme together against me,
as they plot to take my life.
14 But I trust in you, O Lord;
I say, ‘You are my God.’
15 My times are in your hand;
deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.
16 Let your face shine upon your servant;
save me in your steadfast love.
There is muchdistress andgrief in the land. There is much terror in the land. Where do those who are living in the midst of grief, terror and injustice turn? Where are they receiving comfort? Where do their souls find relief?
How many only have G-d to hold onto?
What are our congregations doing to be G-d’s eyes and hands and ears?