HALF-LIFE OF FAITH
A confession and a prayer for my children
I have so far been able to protect my children
from undue fear and outright violence,
from malnourishment and unjust treatment.
I have not, thus far, competently guarded them
from unbridled consumerism and outright greed,
from justification of all things material.
I have taught them the Lord’s Prayer--
duly recited at each table gathering,
but I have not fully shared with them
our indebtedness to a world we have exploited.
I have cautioned them on drugs and addictions,
and lived an ever-sober life before them,
but I have indulged my appetite for trinkets,
and fed their dependency on branded gadgets.
I have instructed the Commandments to the letter,
and called for living the values they commend,
but I wonder how many gods-not-called-gods
and masquerading idols we return to each Monday?
I have commended my zealous evangelical brethren
for calling out obvious social moral dilemmas,
but we together have swallowed camels,
and overlooked deadly sins that consume us all.
I want my children yet to learn from me
the difference between stewarding and possessing,
that what we possess tends to possess us,
that hearts follows treasures every time.
I want to teach my children, long before I pass,
that there remains an authentic Christian way,
beyond and nearer than I have so far made known;
it ever awaits the heart that hungers for God alone.