They say lament is good for the soul. Certainly it helps to get it out in the light, remove the mystery and drag the darkness into the brilliant glare of the one who names the moon. So.
I lament that the church is not as it should be.
I lament that money, sex and power are tools in a power game.
I lament that children suffer as a result.
I lament that progressives blame conservatives.
I lament that conservatives blames progressives.
I lament my rush to judge.
I lament my lack of joy.
I lament that we speak at more than we listen to each other.
I lament that we speak at more than we listen to the world.
I lament that we speak at more than we listen to God.
I lament young people are committing suicide instead of coming out as gay in evangelical churches.
I lament that these churches campaign against same-sex marriage whilst the children do so.
I lament men and women in the church are defining each other by the genders of the people they like to have sex with.
I lament that I am so afraid to take a stand.
I lament that we’d crucify him all over again.
I lament that Lent is a time to give up media or food or drink not focus on the soul’s call.
I lament that theology is packaged as the type of music used in sung worship.
I lament that I am so quick to take offence.
I lament the trials that are held in the space of 140 characters.
I lament my thoughts being both greater and smaller than my deeds.
I lament that all the while people die who have not heard.
I lament disagreement on one thing preventing us hearing the majority on which we agree.
I lament a life of careless ease metres from those with cares too many to number.
I lament pain in my body, mind and soul.
I lament that the pain shows no sign of going.
I lament that I let pain change my mood.
I lament seeing through a glass darkly.