Lent 7 ~ Prayer for the Green


          It’s a terrible thing indeed to be ruled by the green of jealousy. I grew up in a home where both my parents suffered from this wound. I remember going out with them, meeting people, the forced polite comments and the pretending over someone’s good fortunes. But I remember also, once we returned home, the roiling that went on endlessly. They seemed to live in an eternal fire. As a result, I learned early on to fear any good news coming from other people because of the effect that would have on my parents. They just couldn’t be happy for anyone. My mother always excused such reactions by blaming her difficult life, how much harder it had been for her than for anyone else and that it wasn’t fair that she had to still endure so much and yet receive so few blessings from God. Inevitably, it would all wind back to me. I was the blockage that prevented God’s blessings from coming through, because I wasn’t sufficiently smart, diligent or pretty to bring her the fame and glory that others had.

          This morning, my thoughts went back to that reliable stand-by: that our jealousies should be excused because of our sufferings, because we have far less than others. It is very convenient, isn’t it, to blame personal hardship for our inability to join our hearts to the joys of our friends and loved ones.

          But we can’t all have the same kisses from heaven, can we? If we were to argue that we deserve to be blessed the same way others are, then it also means we ought to receive their crosses too. Yet, we grind to a halt there. We want the good others have but none of their pain.

          It makes for a very sad and unpleasant life, being chained to this demon that never dies. To look at skies blue and gold and yet not see it. To watch the winds sing their hymns as they play among trees and blooms, but not hear a single note because we live in the demon’s lair where another’s happiness is our worst pain.

          Today, I read the words of my friend, Ann, that we pray for those suffering from jealousy. Some days I can. But some days, the remembered pain is just too close. Today is one of those days. Today, I am a little hard of heart. I tell myself I will not be hypocritical and pray a prayer I do not mean for those who have hurt me and who continue to hurt me in this way.

          Still, Ann’s words hover gently nearby. How do I love? I finally ask myself.

          Then, ever so lightly I sense the angel speak, “You do not have to name them.” 

          And just like that, the prayer slips forth with ease.


  1. This post makes me think of the difference between fair and just. Fair would be to portion out everything equally – the pain and the pleasure. Justice has the extra component of mercy. I prefer Justice and the confidence that God’s mercy will find me…

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    1. That was an astute observation, Val. It never occurred to me! I turned it over in my head and it made so much sense. That’s perhaps one reason why some people who hurt us seem to have a looooong life of it. Things seem to be going well for them and they do not see what they do to others. I’ve often wondered why God allowed it. Today, I understand – it’s Justice and Mercy. It sees far deeper than what mere fairness can. The wisdom of justice seeks to save.


  2. That’s an excellent way to pray! And please know that I completely understand sometimes not being able to pray for the people who hurt you, at least not specifically. No one can do that all the time, especially when the people who hurt you are the ones who were supposed to love and protect you. Those are the kinds of wounds we always struggle with, I think.
    Jealousy is such a hard thing, not only for the one who carries that emotion, but also for those who are the targets of it. (I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for your parents to take their jealousy out on you, and that makes absolutely no sense.) We don’t all get the same things in life, but that doesn’t mean we don’t all get good things. And if we’re smart, we learn to appreciate and use what we were given. I’m so sorry your parents never learned to do that, and so impressed that you were wise enough not to follow their example!

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    1. Thank you so much for telling me you understand. It is hard to write about things like this especially about parents; most of me would rather not. But when I recall that old life, I know I’m dutybound to share those days with others. Maybe it’ll help someone live better.

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