Tonight I'm Praying
We’ve prayed a lot of things, yelled a lot of things, felt hopeless about a lot of things in the past few days.
I don’t know what you’re praying, in your own way, but I want to join with it.
I will “amen” any goodness and hope and beauty you are asking for and you are making.
Tonight, my prayer is for the weird kids.
I ask for a blessing on the socially awkward kids who are going to be ostracized again tomorrow because they are tall or skinny or pale or smart or quiet or fat or frustrated or dreaming or hurting or loud or scared or lonely. I pray for protection and resilience against the bullying and separation they’ll encounter tomorrow.
I pray especially for the kids who are picked out because someone can link them in some cruel way to the kid who destroyed so many lives on Friday.
I ask for kindness for them. God, even one small freaking kindness that will bring them back into this circle, that will show them they are noticed, they are welcome in their awkwardness, that we are accepting and not afraid, that they can be just be present because we’re being present with them.
I ask for patience for their teachers and parents and caretakers. I ask for sensitivity and steady attention from the adults and peers who can help. I ask for strength for those who are guiding all the children who are navigating this new reality.
We’ve seen this again and again, but this is new for many of them. Give us grace.
Help me celebrate differences tomorrow. Give me opportunities to practice kindness and the courage to use them well. Give me hope. Give us comfort.
God, give us love for the weird kids.