Shootings, Prayer, Worship

It’s springtime and the shooting is easy.

 

Easy? RantWoman, you are WEIRD.

 

Not arguing. Wondering whether claiming the label “low threshold creative” as a psychic blanket is what is needed or whether RantWoman is supposed AGAIN to invoke God in kind of an awkward preachy, path to COPING way.

 

RantWoman COULD change the flow of electronic alerts into her life. That would be ONE way to cut down on the number of shootings in RantWoman’s consciousness.  Rantwoman is more in the Get Rid of the Damn Guns camp.

 

There has been about one shooting a day for the last several days. Most exist for RantWoman only as blips in her message stream. One though is particularly piquant: a message about a bus reroute “until the end of service (end of the day)” near the scene of the shooting and an image from someone else of a dead body in a parking garage. RantWoman never visits the affected parking garage, but she was also glad not to need that bus route that day.

 

But if the point is not only shootings  but also strokes and the kind of fatal car crashes that also mow down two young men now in ICU what then?

 

And what if RantWoman is already hearing “RantWoman we cannot worship with you because…?” Some of the because are issues which MAY very well befall the people now struggling to fully recover. RantWoman will work at Becauses in a different post. RantWoman is finding herself called to a piece of advice she has heard a couple ways and cannot currently locate in this blog, something like “if you think 20 minutes of meditation / praying / outdoor time is too much, that is a sure sign you really need an hour.”

 

Translated here, if you cannot handle RantWoman in her present badly jangled state around big vision loss and other weird anniversary dates, maybe community events like a comparatively young  person slowly recovering from a stroke or the young adult’s long path to  recovery after the car crash mean you and everyone else need MORE time worshipping with RantWoman. RantWoman is ardently praying for full and thorough recovery in both cases. RantWoman always honors the work of walking alongside, wherever the treatment goes. RantWoman would never mind being wrong, but RantWoman is guessing that both people she has in mind are going to acquire either some of the same characteristics that drive people crazy around RantWoman or other challenges getting the help they need when and how they need it, being seen....  And RantWoman finds herself hoping in both cases that, although lives have probably changed forever, the Friends she is speaking of never have to experience some of the CRAP RantWoman has gone through.

 

RantWoman says this humbly, not wishing more crap on anyone. Rantwoman recognizes many “people are doing the best they can” moments,. RantWoman apparently is also able and willing to apply the label CRAP to many things which may lurk within the recovery for these suffering people and the loved ones closest to them.

 

Even worse, RantWoman is sitting with two thoughts. RatnWoman once heard a radio story about a music school that brought in someone who trains Green Berets to help performers become unflappable in the face of all kind of clatter and clamor. Would that idea be an option here? OR Friends who find these thoughts egotistical or otherwise unpalatable need first to channel Mayor Pete and Take It Up With God.

 

Lord, PLEASE have mercy on all of us.

 

In Light and Faithfulness

 

RantWoman