It is us. The ones who have forgotten about you. Got busy, become too busy, your children that forget to check in except on your birthday and holidays. Or worse yet, it is us: the children that only call when we are in trouble or need money.
Dad, please forgive us. Now that I am a dad and a grandfather, I have seen that I did that until I was around thirty to my parents here and have seen the pattern repeat so to a very small degree I know how you feel.
I am sorry.
You knew we would be calling this morning. We are in trouble.
Yesterday a man man targeted your children by name.
Instead of us coming together some are using this to keep us apart again. Some see the killing here but not the killing on the streets of Chicago.
Almost 400 of your kids died this year in Chicago and six times the amount that were killed yesterday were killed last month.
No one in the press seem to notice or care that it was Christians that were martyred yesterday. But that isn't new. There were 2 million Christians in Syria 18 months ago and now less than 400,000. Children have been crucified in your name and we remain asleep.
I have read what you told Jeremiah. You told him that he should tell his people, your children, that they needed to stop listening to the liars. And in the end that it was too late.
Lord, I ask you to hear the prayers of those who may be calling on you for the first time since your birthday. Maybe the first time ever.
Remember Lord that YOU chose Israel and established that nation because you loved them. But we are the only nation to ever choose you. We love you and built this nation from that foundation.
Our foundation is good. We just need your help with those of us who refuse to wake up. You have nudged us. Even ripped off the blankets and turned on the lights.
Remember please Dad, that we love you and that we will return home. We are foolish children but there are millions here, as we saw yesterday, that will stand and die for your sake.
Call on me Lord. Here I am.
I promise, I will call you back later just to catch up. But I am late for work.
I love you.