Too often these days, I find I am unable to pray more than a few words: “Lord, have mercy.” Overwhelmed by all that is happening in Lebanon and all around the world, everything else seems shallow, superfluous.
Other mornings, I hear myself pray for justice, and I think: “Do I even know what I am praying for when I am praying for justice?” Some blatant injustices are easy to point out. We all know about them and struggle with their consequences every day. But most of them are not so obvious. Knowing my own heart and knowing how much there is wrong in the world in almost every area of life, do I really dare to pray for justice?