A Crazy Sort of World, O God!

How do you manage this loving world, O God?

So many guns.

So much violence.

You don't give up on us, however.  And, you don't interfere in our resolving these major problems we're drowning in, it seems, no?

Adoration's derivative reminds me of the close love you have for us and hearing your voice as I get close in adoring you in prayer and praise. Communion with you.  Prayer is our ground with you. 

Young men need mentors to show them the way, your Way! Fathers of sons, step forth!  Lead yor son you abandoned.  Be a real man who makes a father, more than just a baby any guy can make.

Thanks for who and what you are, O God,  and what you do for us fragile crack pots, to borrow from the prophet Jeremiah!

The wild west is not what we need with more guns and more youngsters shooting up this town.

I will not give up in siding with you who says:  "Those who live by the sword will die by it."

Wow!

Guns are  a primitive, cowardly ways of settling conflict, no, God?

Better ways you have given us to solve grievances.  Human ways.  Talking.

The world is so different now. I grew up with the Golden Rule people seem to have thrown out.
 
How we need you, Creator, Maker.

Help us, I pray, to come to our senses.

Help us, I beg you, to stop the escalating numbers of guns and anger all around us.

Amen.   +