They came to Jericho. As he and his disciples and a large crowd were leaving Jericho, Bartimaeus son of Timaeus, a blind beggar, was sitting by the roadside. When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout out and say, "Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!" Many sternly ordered him to be quiet, but he cried out even more loudly, "Son of David, have mercy on me!"
Lord,
we, like Bartimaeus,
stand beside the highways and byways
along the way of life.
Some of us have lost our way.
Some of us can't see the way forward.
Some of us are left roadside begging.
We cry out to you:
"Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!"
People around us
try to quiet us,
try to comfort us,
try to give us advice,
try to keep us from upsetting the ways things are...
But we cry all the louder:
"Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!"
perhaps with a yell! "Have mercy on me!"
perhaps with sobs, "Have mercy on me!"
perhaps in pain, "Have mercy on me!"
perhaps out of loneliness, "Have mercy on me!"
perhaps in grief, "Have mercy on me!"
perhaps numb, longing to feel something, "Have mercy on me!"
We cry out to you, Lord,
because we know you hear us;
you care for us.
So we cry,
and we pray
no just for ourselves
but for our world.
"Jesus, Son of David, have mercy..."
Amen.
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