Blessed be the Lord,
who has not given us
as prey to their teeth.
Psalm 124:6, NRSV
Lord, O, Lord!
Other people’s anger is nothing new,
and never seems to go away.
Ancient people felt chewed up by their enemies,
just the way we do today;
set up, persecuted, threatened
there are times when we rightly feel like prey.
(Church. Oh, Church.)
In the immortal words of noted theologian
“Haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,”
and sometimes I shake it off
the way my mother said to
when I scraped my knee.
But what I want to know, dear God, is this:
How can we not just shake it off,
or fight back in kind,
but make it better?