A Prayer for the Homeless Christian
Tonight I pray for the homeless Christian.
The one who isn’t sure where they belong anymore.
Who watched as politics made extremists out of friends, family, and even fellow church members.
Who are shocked by the things they read in their timelines, by people they once thought were godly. Who can’t stomach the hypocrisy, the cognitive dissonance, that’s required to remain in community.
Tonight I pray for the homeless Christian. The one who doesn’t fit in anywhere. Who prays protection over law enforcement—and for police brutality to end. Who cares for all life, both unborn and living.
Who fights for the rights of the marginalized.
Who can’t see people as political wedges, because they see them as children of God.
Tonight I pray for the homeless Christian. Who wants so deeply for the world to heal. They are unsure if love can defeat all this hate, but still…they continue to try.
Tonight I pray for the homeless Christian, those refugees in the body of Christ.
Jesus was so easy to understand.
But His followers are so damn hard.
God, I pray that you comfort these souls. Your wandering, aching children.
Come alongside us and remind us of Your promises: that we will not be crushed, that we will not be ruined. That no matter how dark these times may seem, we are not abandoned to endure this alone.
We are Your children and we are LOVED.
Our home is not of this world.
Comfort your wayward-hearted babies, God, of which I am certainly one.
Be with us, every step of the way, until we finally grasp our peace. Give us joy and hope for tomorrow. Inspire us to continue this work.
Sustain our hearts until the job is done.
Until we are no longer Homeless.
Amen.
My heart is so broken. I am a homeless Christian. I am a gay Christian. Our purpose is the same. Love God, and love people. Thank you, MK for sharing your heart with us. I love you. You are precious to me. And God loves us all.
I got in my centering prayer position so I could be open to receive your words. I am sobbing at their beauty and how they address the cruelty and ugliness that is not of the Jesus I know. I am stunned by those who claim Jesus’ name but not his words or actions. My heart is heavy - possibly cracked. Savior - teach me how to love better and deeper and help the hurting through the direction and power of your Spirit.