A prayer for God's coming
O Lord, it seems that we have always been looking for you. Prophets told of your coming and psalmists sang of tyour future arrival. The whole creation groans and wonders when you wilt show yourself and right all wrongs. Your church herself wonders why thou are taking so long to arrive. Sometimes (but only sometimes) we think that even the evil doers of the world have moments when they wish you would come and stop them in their evil tracks so that they will not plunge deeper into the moral mire they love to wallow in.
Millions toil only to have the wages of their honest labour cruelly snatched from them and they weep bitter tears as they continue impossible tasks. Men sell their body parts and even their children to stay alive and women are forced into shame so families can eat a handful of rice. People ask for bread and are given a stone while tyrants live in luxury and governments reward violence. It’s been so long and still we haven’t seen you exalt the humble and bring down the proud and arrogant. We have heard such stories of you in olden days and we believe them, but we wonder why there are none to tell today. We hear of them happening here and there and we wonder why they don't happen everywhere. Forgive our impatience but do please remember that it stems in part from your own established righteousness and reputation and the promises you hast made. Still, forgive us and help us to continue to believe that in Jesus Christ you have vindicated yourself and will gloriously fulfill all your promises, and that we will see and know it.
With sadness and some fear we recognize that you might have come to us and gone away again—might have come to us in disguise, perhaps as a child wanting to be loved, a woman looking for justice or a man wearily and in some irritation looking for his soul. Perhaps we were too busy praying for thy coming that we had no time for you. We implore you not to leave us this way but to return to us. And when you do finally come to us without disguise may you find us busy responding compassionately to you in your many disguises. O come to our aid, we pray, though we are a wicked and wayward human family for there is so much pain and suffering and loss and there is no help beside you.