Just like a deer that craves streams of water,
my whole being craves you, God.
2 My whole being thirsts for God, for the living God.
When will I come and see God's face?
3 My tears have been my food both day and night,
as people constantly questioned me,
"Where's your God now?" Psalm 42:1-3
This psalm gives voice to the many gathered for a concert in an open arena who ultimately found themselves in a confinement of terror. Each now must cope with the isolation and void of the shock of trauma. When will I see the face of God?
How do we as the faithful answer this question? We must first allow our spirits to reconcile our faith with despair? Perhaps it is found in a psalm of the soul composed to cry out to a God who provides answers.
I have cried many tears and yet our pain continues.
I have spoken many words and yet our confusion continues.
I have prayed many hours and yet our helplessness continues.
I have opened my eyes and have seen in others the courage of God.
I have opened my ears and have heard others sing the song of angels.
I have opened my heart and have felt the resolve of others to heal.
Help me, Oh God,
to cry for those without tears;
to speak for those without words; and,
to pray for those without faith.
Have mercy on me, Oh God, that I might,
compose a song of hope to sing before the hopeless,
embody the courage of our condemned Savior to endure:
resolve to activated hopeful courage to work for peace.