Thoughts and prayers, a phrase and a sentiment, one which we now cast off in blithe sympathy or fleeting cruelty, or worse, both. I don’t think thoughts and prayers are working because I don’t think we’re thinking or praying, not really.
We have staked our hopes, dreams — the future — to tech, to our creations and to all they create. I can’t promise you this is for the best. I can tell you that at present it’s stripping millions at least of their spirit, their anchors, their self.
Some respond by killing.
Two of the best singers of the 1970s, Anne Murray and Elvis Presley, offered us stirring renditions of Gene MacLellan’s “put your hand in the hand,” yet it was Ocean, unknown before and forgotten since, which provided us with the very best version of the song, a rousing, welcoming call to honest, open thoughts and prayers and togetherness.
“Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea. Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently. So put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.”
It seems worth trying.