Look To the Heavens

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I hear the sound of church bells ringing. Awakening the morning and the slumbering consciousness of my existence. The sound of church bells once so piercing and so proud, today softer, quieter, as if regretful at announcing the beginning of the blessed day. I remember once hearing the glory and the intensity of the resonance of its sound, now the timbre and the character much subdued and shallow to my ears and to my soul. And I look to the heavens and I ask why?

A SUNDAY PRAYER TO THE HEAVENS

By Al Garcia

I hear the sound of church bells ringing.  Awakening the morning and the slumbering consciousness of my existence.  The sound of church bells once so piercing and so proud, today softer, quieter, as if regretful at announcing the beginning of the blessed day.  I remember once hearing the glory and the intensity of the resonance of its sound, now the timbre and the character much subdued and shallow to my ears and to my soul.  And I look to the heavens and I ask why?

Sunday was a day to give thanks and to listen to Your Word and imagine a better world, and a better me.  Sundays were the day to gather and to share the spirit and the hope that has sustained me and those around me.  And I used to listen, and I would hear Your Word, and it gave me peace and hope.  And I looked to the heavens and there were rays of sun, birds in flight, and I knew that all was right with the world and with me.

And then it changed.  Not long ago, a man came down from atop a gold-plated tower, gliding down like a god from above.  He uttered words that changed the world, and the multitudes gathered round.  Like the gathering winds before a storm, there was a sense of unconstrained and unchained power in the man and in the hordes that gathered before him.  And soon, the lessons and the practice of Your Word was no longer heard or lived, but reshaped to fit the empty soul of the man who came down the moving stairs.  And soon, it was just his word, and not YOUR Word.  And I looked to the heavens, shook my head, and uttered the words heard once before, “Why? Why has thou forsaken me?”  And I did not hear an answer.

On Sundays, I used to love to hear someone speak from the pulpit who spoke YOUR Words and who lived among us, not above us.  Someone who had not sold his soul to a man who has partaken freely of practically every vice and depravity known to man.  Back then, I preferred to hear from someone who had not placed himself above the very Word being espoused, championed and embraced.  Am I alone?  Am I a heretic for not accepting the word or the beliefs of these messengers of Your Word who have sold their souls for the equivalent of 30 pieces of silver?  Where have I gone wrong?   Why can I not understand the reasoning behind the abandonment of long-established and practiced covenants of faith?  Am I wrong to attempt, with all my heart and soul, to abide by my faith to serve YOU and keep YOUR commandments?  Or, must I now serve the deceivers, dressed in purple robes, who praise a man who has probably never know You, much less practiced or abided by any of the covenants we have been taught and attempt to practice?  And I look to the heavens, and I hear no answer.

What happened to our faith?  Have the purple-robed and self-professed false prophets who live in mansions atop the hill, and look down upon their flocks as weak and unworthy, turned away from You, the giver of the Word?  Have these defamers and defrauders turned their backs, and now bow down before a new anointed idol, who sits on a golden thrown that promises them riches, and guarantees them bigger mansions, larger planes, flowing gold and purple robes, and Supreme Court judges who will be at their beck and call?  And I look to the heavens and see the gathering clouds.  And I do not hear an answer.

I still believe, and I still listen to the true messengers who speak Your Word.  They live among us, work with us, and pray with us.  They are like the man who walked among us, so very long ago.  The man who lived a simple life, in a simple way, and wore simple clothes.  He spoke truth to power, and gave power to those he spoke to.  I have found that there are still true shepherds who tend and care for Your flocks in different ways, in different places, in a hundred different languages.  They believe, and they live Your Word and share Your Word.

Today, Mar-A-Lago has replaced holy sites that used to lure the faithful and the loyal.  Those in power now pay homage with pilgrimages to bow before the new found king.  And I look toward the heavens, and ask why?  And still I do not hear an answer. 

Today, I utter a Sunday prayer to the heavens.  I want to wake up on Sunday mornings once again, and hear the sound of church bells ringing, and choirs singing.  I want to hear them awaken me with the piercing and proud sound I used hear and love.  But most of all, I want to look to the heavens, and I want to hear, and see, and feel, that YOU have not abandoned me.


Submitted: June 13, 2021

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