‘I had always understood lament to be primarily about sadness and tears, a kind of spiritual blues song, accompanied by tears and sung quietly in a minor key.’
Mags Duggan, in her book ‘God Among the Ruins’.

I recently listened to a couple of short podcasts on the topic of lament, on the Biblical Counselling UK website. Joanna Jackson, the Director of Counselling at the All Souls Counselling Service, was talking with Helen Thorne, the Director of Training and Resources at Biblical Counselling UK and here’s how they described lament:
‘An honest cry of the heart, expressing the paradox between the pain of life and the promises of God.’
I like that. If ever there was a time when we needed to be honest about the pain of life, it’s now. And if ever there was a time when we needed to remember the promises of God, it’s now.
I picture myself holding them in my hands – in one hand there is the pain of life in this present moment; and in the other, there are the promises of God. I want to bring them together – but I can’t. Life doesn’t make sense. How do we hold these two things in tension? How can we be honest about the pain of life and yet hold on to the promises of God? Perhaps, after all, that is what lament is.

So here goes with my own song of lament:
How long, O Lord?
How long will Covid 19 ravage our world?
How long will we hear every day of the number sick and the number dead?
How long will every conversation lead to the same topic?
How long will every news bulletin be dominated by the latest statistics, the latest vaccine research and the latest country to top the worst-affected list?
How long will we be barred from spending time with family and loved ones?
How long will most of our conversations take place in front of a screen?
How long will our arms ache to hold our loved ones?
How long will the elderly and vulnerable be left alone, cut off from human touch and the warm smile of those who love them?
How long will we lead lives where it is normal to cover our faces and withhold our embraces?
How long will we worship God together – but not together?
How long will people fear for their livelihoods?
How long will our children and young people wonder about their future?
How long, O Lord?
Yet…….. you are good and faithful and kind, O Lord. That is who you are.
We look to you. We look for you.
Lord, come. Come and rescue us. You are our deliverer, our rescuer, our salvation.
You are our hope. Lord, come! We wait for you.
‘This form of worship, this offering up of our pain, honours God because it brings all that we are in the muddled mess of our lives, and places it as an offering before God.’
Mags Duggan










