Oh God of the displaced and exiled,
Hear the prayers of those in limbo.
Wipe the tears of mothers who parent children without a home.
Feed those who are hungry; keep safe those who are in danger.
Give strength to the helpers and the healers; to those who work tirelessly for justice.
Give us the spirit of courage and not fear that we might welcome the stranger in our midst.
Root out lazy prejudice that would block us from receiving those in need.
Give us ears to hear the voices that cry out in desperation, making impossible choices for their families.
Consume the conscience of lawmakers and policy enforcers with the holy fire of compassion, that they may open their hearts and their borders to those desperate for shelter.
Remind us that your prophets spoke words many years ago that are still true today; remind us that you have always cared for the oppressed, have always urged your people to care for the displaced and exiled.
Oh God hear my prayer for the displaced and the exile.
“Lord, listen! Lord, forgive! Lord, hear and act! For your sake, my God, do not delay, because your city and your people bear your Name.”*
All week my heart has been aching for those displaced. This morning my brother Dan sent me an article that the United States is on track to admit less refugees than it has since the beginning of the refugee program in 1980. There is simply no excuse. With the resources we have and the crisis being what it is, there is no excuse.