The litter of the week frames my prayers. Garbage phrases, unconsidered decisions, poorly chosen statements. They’re all in my mind as I pray.
I know you’ve seen these things, heard them the way I have. I wonder what you’re saying. I wonder if we’re listening.
Make us listeners. Better listeners. Listeners period. Help us to hear you. Help us to hear ourselves. And then each other.
Perhaps we can surrender some of our words when we hear. Perhaps there’s room in our listening for you to work.