We are all experts, O LORD, when it comes to complaining, naturally gifted. No one has to teach us to complain, nor do we learn the technique from reading books or listening to experts. We just do it. At a moment’s notice, with little or no provocation we can begin to complain, like rain that falls out of a sunny sky. And we reward one another for our litany of complaints. Our friends nod their heads and cluck their tongues and add their bit to our tapestry of discontent.
True, some things are worth complaining about: injustice, poverty, shameful waste, cruel dictators. But, most of the time we’re just whining.
Open our eyes, LORD. Our complaining blinds us to the glory of your presence and the joy of knowing you. Our complaints, our quarrels, our grumblings and grudges stand as testimony against us, memorials to our disappointing lack of faith.
Forgive us LORD. Remind us that it is the child-like and not the child-ish who are gifted with the kingdom. Let us put childish ways behind us, AMEN.