God of us all, God of Christians and Jews and Muslims, God of people who believe in You and of people who don’t. God of black and brown people, yellow and red people, as we humans have categorized each other, God of those who are rich and those who are poor – it is to You, O God, that we pray this morning. We hold our hands out to You and lift our hearts up to You, asking You to please incline Your ear toward us. We need You. We need Your guidance and Your presence. We need Your voice and Your divine sight. We know that nothing exists outside of You, even this election. So, we ask Your presence, Your spirit, Your anointing, Your divine presence, for this candidates and for this nation. The Statue of Liberty says, “Give me your tired, your poor; your huddled masses yearning to be free…” The Christian scriptures say, “Come unto me, all you who are weak and heavy laden.” The favorite hymn of the Black church says, “Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand, I am tired. I am weak, I am worn…” We are tired, God, We are weak and worn. We are huddled masses yearning to be free in a land which is supposed to guarantee our freedom. The person You pick to lead us will have to lead us through this weariness to a new strength. Please give Yourself to whomever wins this election.
The people who belong to You say …amen. And amen.
