There are days in which I want something more substantial to do than pray. Yes, I believe in the power of prayer but when the hearts around me are breaking I want to fix it. I want to do more than pray. I want to ease the pain. I want to make it better. It doesn’t have to be me to make the fix. I just want it fixed.
A dear one is hundreds of miles away on the way to the hospital. She has been battling cancer for a while now. Her physical pain is immense. Her husband’s heart hurts at least as much as her body does. I want them to have a cure, for this pain to be gone. Perhaps I don’t believe in prayer much more than I beleive in modern medicine. I don’t believe that either will provide a fix. Neither have a magic wand with a cure.
I believe that prayers helps us to be strong, to take courage. I don’t believe it makes a cure.
I want a cure. I want a cure for the heartaches of this world. I want mothers who are ill and in the hospital to get up and leap for joy. I want girls who see pictures of themselves to see how beautiful they are and not a fat face that makes them cry. I want the wars fought with guns, bombs, rape, and terror to cease. I want those who live on the streets to be safe and warm and have a home they love. I want those who struggle for their daily bread to have what they need, to have food that is healthy, yummy, and filling. I want the outcasts to be insiders. I want the kin-dom of God to be present not just for a few but for all. I want there to be peace, real soul filling peace with joy and freedom for everyone. I want it now. I want a cure. I want the pain to cease.