Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison; Rich was right.

There’s a wideness in God’s Mercy, I cannot find in my own…
–Rich Mullins, “The Love of God”

Titus Lee came quietly, squeaking out a mere monosyllabic cry before being passed to his mother’s chest. His eyes are like unrefined coal, blue-black with flecks of brown around the edges. He has dark wisps of hair, olive skin, and delicate fingers. He is the fullest of all potentials.

Lord Have Mercy.

Jimmy called last week. He’d been caught in a series of affairs, he said. It had started with a colleague, moved to an internet lover, rose to a crescendo with a Craigslist posting. Jimmy called less to tell me that he was sorry and more to tell me that I might be hearing some things around town. And by the way, could I help him a little here and there with the legalities of the situation, he asked. There are always legalities.

Christ Have Mercy.

This morning I woke to the sound of the pounding iron fist. Flashes of lightening popped like exploding halogen bulbs and the walls of our tiny apartment shook. The rains have come after too many months without. Two miles away the community farm is coming back to life, and the farmhands are exhaling a collective sigh of relief. The corn and tomatoes have long since withered, but the fall crops are singing praise and promise. He makes all things new.

Lord Have Mercy.


**For judgment will be merciless to one who has shown no mercy; mercy triumphs over judgment. –James 2:13

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3 Responses to Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison; Rich was right.

  1. Carolyn says:

    I often say, “Lord, have mercy,” as I go through my day. Some people accuse me of just using it as a random exclamation and therefore taking the Lord’s name in vain. Not so. I actively call on Him to show His mercy in any number of situations all of the time. And since He has me learning about mercy right now, it seems appropriate. Too bad that my prayer-in-the moment seems like useless words to others. We have become desensitized, I fear. Thank God for Titus and the rain (could you please send some rain to Texas, too?). I’ll have to pray about Jimmy.

  2. Pingback: High Praise for the Collective, or “See my Tongue? It’s in my Cheek.” | Seth Haines

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