Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. –Matthew 5: 6 & 7
When things get hard in my life, like when several of my special needs kids hit challenging growth spurts at the same time, and I am exhausted, and literally hungry and thirsty from not being able to take care of myself in a timely manner, and I know that I need God but cannot muster the politesse that I have been shamed into believing I need, I go to God in lament.
Lament is an old word for praying when you’ve hit a wall, reached rock bottom, been done wrong, can’t even, or when you’re miserable. It’s not a bad or lesser way to pray. Sometimes it’s saltier, though.
When I get into a hard place, I find myself having to beat away illusory obstacles to prayer. I’m not good enough to pray or coherent enough or polite enough. I’m too embarrasing to pray. I’m too jacked up and flat out rude and fed up to pray. I don’t have anything nice to pray and should not say anything at all. I can’t even imagine what God could do about any of it. I don’t know if it will matter if God popped up in a glorious mandala and revealed all, because I’m too tired to do anything about it if He did.
But none of these excuses take away my need for God. So I say, “Be that as it may, I need you.” Or I holler, “I don’t know what to do!” Or I cuss outright about being done wrong or not being able to get it right. (I’m not saying you should cuss. I’m saying it’s better to cuss to God than to not pray.)
Sometimes my needs go beyond a temperate desire for mercy and right into hangriness for righteousness. I want God to put me right, to heal and mend right now, to show me the way even though I’m too sleepy or my eyes are too puffy from crying to look.
Well, I’m not the first one to pray like that. The Psalms are filled with rejoicing and reveling in God’s goodness, and they’re also filled with laments.
This Lent, for the first time, I’m part of an Orthodox women’s Psalter group. In years past, I wasn’t excited about the Psalms because I shamed myself out of feeling ok about the way I pray when things get hard. This year, though, when an Instagram friend invited me into her Psalter group, my heart was ready. I need a deep watering of the roots of my heart. I’m thirsty for God, and at last I feel brave enough to admit that God is the best food for those who are hangry for His rule.
Good Lent to y’all!
I’m reading from The Ancient Faith Psalter (Amazon Affiliate link), but I have also heard beautiful reviews of Songs of Praise: A Psalter Devotional for Orthodox Women (link to Ancient Faith store). While you’re gathering books, don’t forget to check out my book, Of Such is the Kingdom: A Practical Theology of Disability (Amazon affiliate link), available wherever books are sold or through your local library.
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4 thoughts on “Hangry for Righteousness”
I love the Psalter. I started by reading it through every week during Lent, and have grown so fond of it that I now pray a Kathisma a day – Lent or Pascha, feast or fast. It’s a wonderful respite in the midst of the day, and no matter how hangry, fed up, emotionally torn up or however I am, it always soothes and calms and restores me to at least a place where I can carry on. I pray you find the same solace and comfort in it in your hangriness for God.
I so appreciate your openness. Thank you.
I am looking forward to Lent and I have also joined a Psalter group. We have one at our Church. I did it last year for the first time and it was wonderful. I look forward to it again.
I hope to get some reading in as well. I want to read “Path to Sanity” by Dee Pennock and “Steps of Transformation” by Meletios Webber. I struggle getting books read so 2 is a bit of a stretch for me. We’ll see.
I’ve been part of a Psalter group for Advent and Lent for a couple years and I’m so glad I have been. I’m looking forward to starting back up next week. In times of profound grief and feeling lost and forgotten I find David’s laments to be very consoling. At least I feel like I’m not alone, and it gives me the words to express myself when I’m all out.