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Thousand Word Fridays: #BringBackOurGirls

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Please pray for the 276 girls who were kidnapped in Nigeria on April 14th, for their families and for those involved in the effort to rescue them. #BringBackOurGirls !

Almighty God, we lift up to you the many victims of kidnapping and abduction, that they may be strengthened by your love and protected by your hand. We pray also for their families and their communities, that they may find solace and comfort in you and in one another. We pray especially for  Deborah, Awa, Hauwa, Asabe, Mwa, Patiant, Saraya, Mary, Gloria, ​Hanatu, Gloria, Tabitha, Maifa, Ruth, Esther, Awa, Anthonia, Kume, Aisha, Nguba, Kwanta, Kummai, Esther, Hana, Rifkatu, Rebecca, Blessing, Ladi, Tabitha, Ruth, Safiya, Na’omi, Solomi, Rhoda, Rebecca, Christy, Rebecca, Laraba, Saratu, Mary, Debora, Naomi, Hanatu, Hauwa, Juliana, Suzana, Saraya, Jummai, Mary, Jummai, Yanke, Muli, Fatima, Eli, Saratu, Deborah, Rahila, Luggwa, Kauna, Lydia, Laraba, Hauwa, Comfort, Hauwa, Hauwa, Yana, Laraba, Saraya, Glory, Na’omi, Godiya, Awa, Na’omi, Maryamu, Tabitha, Mary, Ladi, Rejoice, Luggwa, Comfort, Saraya, Sicker, Talata, Rejoice, Deborah, Salomi, Mary, Ruth, Esther, Ether, Maryamu, Zara, Maryamu, Lydia, Laraba, Na’omi, Rahila, Ruth, Ladi, Mary, Esther, Helen, Margret, Deborah, Filo, Febi, Ruth, Rachael, Rifkatu, Mairama, Saratu, Jinkai, Margret, Yana, Grace, Amina, Palmata, Awagana, Pindar, Yana, Saraya, Hauwa, Hauwa, Hauwa, Maryamu, Maimuna, Rebeca, Liyatu, Rifkatu, Naomi, Deborah, Ladi, Asabe, Maryamu, Ruth, Mary, Abigail, Deborah, Saraya, Kauna, Christiana, Yana, Hauwa, Hadiza, Lydia, Ruth, Mary, Lugwa, Muwa, Hanatu, Monica, Margret, Docas, Rhoda, Rifkatu, Saratu, Naomi, Hauwa, Rahap, Deborah, Hauwa, Hauwa, Serah, Aishatu, Aishatu, Hauwa, Hamsatu, Mairama, Hauwa, Ihyi, Hasana, Rakiya, Halima, Aisha, Kabu, Yayi, Falta, Kwadugu.

We pray for the many other girls whose names we do not know.

We pray for their abductors, that they may be convinced to release them to their families, and that your justice be served. And we pray these things in the name of your most precious son, Jesus Christ. Amen.

 

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Why don’t we have a malaria vaccine?

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So this week a huge breakthrough was made on the development of a malaria vaccine. A new prototype vaccine created from weakened parasites found in a mosquitos salivary glands (yes, mosquitos have saliva) was highly successful (not 100%) in human trials.

There are always questions as to why we have not developed vaccines to deadly diseases like Malaria more quickly. Part of the reason is that it just takes a long time, but part of the reason is that it is hugely expensive to develop new pharmaceuticals.

For every 1 drug that is successful hundreds fail. These are costly but necessary risks. But that also means that for every drug that succeeds, tens of millions of dollars have been spent on development of unsuccessful predecessors. These tens of millions of dollars have to be recouped somehow (most often through sales) in order for the next medical breakthrough to occur.

So what happens when a disease primarily strikes  nations that lack the resources to pay for an expensive new drug or the infrastructure to properly administer it? The reality is that people die. Lots of people die.

We as Christians have a calling to care for the least of these, but what does that mean for the collective? Does our nation also have an obligation to care for the least of other nations? Are we as a society willing to make the sacrifices that would be required to make addressing illnesses that are not our own a priority and a possibility?

Untouchable

trayvon rowrace is every

where

in my world in a way

it has never been before

the exchange of money

the palm to palm and mouth to mouth

of words

rings through my mind

and body

in constant clarity

front loaded consciousness

that throws off my balance.

 

The lone star state divided in threes

and the coast fractured into tiny pieces

but here

how is it so

raw?

and yet scabbed over?

Is excavation always too expensive here

to risk breaking skin?

 

trayvon rowSo we dismiss it from the courtroom

lest it sway our moral compass

in this vital moment

(that is, moment of life.

And before?)

not acknowledging the poles have already shifted

and what was once the south

is now center

and what was once the skin

has soaked through the fiber

and stained the core

 

With one breath white

and the other victim

with one breath criminal

and the next

 

forgotten?

 

Can we forgive

what is never apologized for?

Dare we forget

trayvon rowwhat we have failed to atone for?

 

I am broken in this place

Saying it is not mine to claim

my silence not abdication

my waiting not vain hope for peace

there is anger there

and sadness

and willingness to rise

when you tell me it is time

 

but the telling is mine

the you us

the when now

no longer untouchable

but slain, again and again

the dull grey of the parking lot

every parking lot

stained red

beneath flooding orange siren lights

and a hand, whether gripping a gun

or limp and lifeless

trayvon rowbegging us

demanding we

touch and hold

mourn and mend

burden and lighten

until we claim our share of wound and will

to rend

the untouchable bond

that separates us.

Come fire

fire

The hot winds,

the deafening crackling,

the fire descending on them

whipping around the tiny wooden room.

Certain they would suffocate here, together,

the story extinguished

in smothering clouds and billowing light,

had they sensed it coming?

Like a leaf beneath a magnifying glass

or a cigarette beside a match

heating slowly

then smoldering

then flame?

Or had it surprised them

jolted them 

from their ideas of where the story was going? Again.

A sudden explosion and combustion.

Then squinting at each other

as the violent reds and kingly golds

relinquished sight to a gentler, steadier glow;

their eyes reflecting tongues of fire

dancing like reeds on the lakefront,

atop each other’s heads

their bodies transformed to candles, 

souls made wicks,

carrying their good to feed a flame.

Was this how the revolution would come,

how justice would be dealt?

Not with raging fire

but with a gathering light?

From the lectionary reading for the Sunday of Pentecost, May 19th, out of the Acts of Apostles: 

When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability…

But Peter, standing with the eleven, raised his voice and addressed them…“this is what was spoken through the prophet Joel:

17 ‘In the last days it will be, God declares,
that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh,
    and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
and your young men shall see visions,
    and your old men shall dream dreams.
18 Even upon my slaves, both men and women,
    in those days I will pour out my Spirit;
        and they shall prophesy.