Psalm 144:1-8 "
Blessed be God, my mountain,
who trains me to fight fair and well.
He’s the bedrock on which I stand,
the castle in which I live,
my rescuing knight,
The high crag where I run for dear life,
while he lays my enemies low.
I wonder why you care, God--
why do you bother with us at all?
All we are is a puff of air;
we’re like shadows in a campfire.
Step down out of heaven, God;
ignite volcanoes in the hearts of the mountains.
Hurl your lightnings in every direction;
shoot your arrows this way and that.
Reach all the way from sky to sea:
pull me out of the ocean of hate,
out of the grip of those barbarians
Who lie through their teeth,
who shake your hand
then knife you in the back. MSG
Reflection. On Sundays, normally I offer a psalm of praise or a piece that lofts us to praise. We all heard the lies that said, 'We have no intention of invading.' Today, this Sunday, I call among the God of justice to act against the oppression and invasion that has befallen Ukraine. My heart breaks.
Prayer. Lord God Almighty, please come down and hurl back the invaders; keep people safe; protect them; enact your peace. God, who is good, bring your merciful and powerful aid. For Jesus' sake. Amen.