It is Election Day in our country today.
Some of us have already voted;
Others will vote today.
We vote inside a storm of sickness and death.
A thousand people will die today;
Many of them needlessly.
While we vote, they die.
In my prayers today
I imagine an old man
Standing in line in the rain;
A cane in one hand;, an umbrella in the other.
He is my age.
He should be safe at home as I am.
But he is the great grandson of a slave;
He didn’t trust the post office and he would die to vote.
I pray for a woman working the polls.
She is behind a table and behind a mask.
She looks in the big book for a signature
And risking her life, hands over a ballot.
Somewhere behind the stars,
Jefferson and Adams are proud of her
And so am I.
I pray for her today.
Some people should be ashamed today.
They are intentionally making it difficult for others to vote which is spiritual treason.
Yet you love those people too.
Hear my prayer for them.
Bless them with the gift of shame.
Because shame is a key
That can unlock the door or mercy and forgiveness.
It is Election Day in our country
As a thousand people die we vote.
I pray for the healing of our country, body and soul.
Land of the free and home of the brave.
This prayer is republished with the author's permission from his Facebook page.