Last night I attended a prayer vigil for the Orlando victims and in solidarity with the LGBTQ community. Rev. Chuck McCoart of Emmanuel Church on Russell Road reflected on our thirst for Christ in the Gospel of John. He then asked us to take a few minutes to write down some things that we thirst for. In no particular order, here’s my list:

I thirst for this heaviness to leave my heart.

I thirst for a time when there will be peace and safety for our children, for Muslims, for my gay brothers and sisters, for African-Americans, for women, for everyone on the planet.

I thirst for a time when our political leaders develop a backbone and stand up for what is right and stand up to what is wrong, mean, and so much less than who we are as country.

I thirst for creative ways to take action that can make a substantive difference in the face of hatred and bigotry.

I thirst for the courage to speak up.

I thirst to know and learn from people different from me. I thirst for the perseverance to do the hard work of loving those who wish us ill.

I thirst for the transformation that I know is possible with God, but that feels so illusive sometimes.

I thirst for our hearts to be broken open until they stay open forever.

I thirst for a time when no more tears will be shed over mass killings and senseless gun violence.

I thirst for new winds to blow and the will of the people becomes the will to limit access to guns.

I thirst for excellent care and treatment options for those of us who are mentally ill.

I thirst for all the mothers who mourn the loss of children to feel the mysterious love of the living God.

I thirst for Christ to make his presence known this day and all our days.

For what do you thirst?