A prayer for the eighteenth Sunday of ordinary time.

God-

I think that we don’t know where you are working. And how.
Because you don’t do what we would like how we would like it done,

We think that you aren’t working at all. That you are ignoring us. And even that you don’t care.

You talk to the people of the tribe of Ephraim with such compassion,

“It was I who taught you to walk. It was I who healed you.”

But we don’t see you guiding us. Drawing people together, calling people toward you.

We don’t see that you have given us mi...