He sits in ambush in the villages; in hiding places he murders the innocent.
His eyes stealthily watch for the helpless; he lurks in ambush like a lion in his thicket; he lurks that he may seize the poor; he seizes the poor when he draws him into his net.
The helpless are crushed, sink down, and fall by his might.
He says in his heart, “God has forgotten, he has hidden his face, he will never see it.”
Arise, O Lord; O God, lift up your hand; forget not the afflicted.
Break the arm of the wicked and evildoer; call his wickedness to account till you find none.
From Psalm 10
Today’s read on this Sunday is from Tish Harrison Warren, a priest in the Anglican Church in North America. Here’s an excerpt:
The violence in Ukraine makes me, like many of us, feel powerless. I watch helplessly as tanks roll into cities, as civilian targets are shelled, as the lives of whole families are viciously snuffed out. What do I do with this anger and heartbreak?
I find myself turning again and again to the imprecatory psalms. An imprecation is a curse. The imprecatory psalms are those that call down destruction, calamity, and God’s judgment on enemies.
I pray that Russian soldiers would lay down their arms and defy their leaders. But this is the moment to take up imprecatory prayers as well.
Read her entire column here.