Prayer 24

Lord, we once worked the fields with our hands and we excavated the mines with our legs and our backs. We would glisten with sweat as we pushed our bodies to their limits, while our minds were free to dwell on anything we wanted to.
But now look at us! Our bodies have become soft and dry (we douse them with lotions!). Now we harvest and toil over rivers of data and information that overflow our minds, leaving little mental space to dwell on your commandments and your great love. We are bound and shackled by formality and documentation. We retaliate with "casual day," but are left without relief or thrill. Your people have overthrown massive armies.
But now we've become powerless to pudgy investors and smug stockholders who have no need to fear our uprising
because we're in love with our captivity.
Shine your light on our condition, Lord. Expose our error.
Show us a pathway, an open window, a ladder to an open space, where we can sing new songs of praise,
with fresh metaphors for our deep gratitude.
(John 3:19; Psalm 119:133; Prov. 5:22; Rev. 1:5)