John Piper published his prayer for Minneapolis this evening. Its a heart felt plea for the city John Piper has called home for years. This post is preserving the prayer as the issues from Minneapolis continue over the death of George Floyd.
“In the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it that America has failed to hear?”
Martin Luther King
In God, whose word I praise,
in God I trust; I shall not be afraid.
What can flesh do to me?
Psalm 56:4 ESV
This evening on Desiring God John Piper published his prayer for Minneapolis amidst the rioting and instability in Minneapolis, Minnesota. While this blog is often critical of Piper there is not much I will pick apart in his prayer. Yes, its flowery and verbose at times, but that is John Piper’s style. One thing that I respect the Neo-Calvinists for is that they take racism seriously. They discuss and address the issue much better than the Arminians. From my understanding of Piper in Minneapolis he lives a few blocks from Bethlehem Baptist. He lived modestly and walked to work. While in a lot of American cities people flee to the suburbs, Piper did not and stayed near downtown. This bog respects him for that decision.
This prayer strikes me as being heartfelt. Its both a plea for justice and a plea for Minneapolis which is hurting. I would encourage you to read the entire post in, “The Sorrows of Minneapolis.” I am going to lift part of the prayer below.
Lord. What about now? For now, we live in Minneapolis, not heaven. This is our home away from Home. We love our city. We love her winters — yes, we do — and cherish her spring. We love her great river and her parks. Her stadiums and her teams. We love her lakes and crystal air. We love her beautiful cityscape. We love her treelined neighborhoods, her industry, her arts, her restaurants, and recycling.
And we love her people. Her old immigrant Swedes and new immigrant Somalis. Her African Americans, her Asians, her Latinos. We love those with so many genetic roots they don’t know what box to check. We love her diversity — every human precious because you made each one like yourself and for your glory.
This is our home away from Home. We are sojourners and exiles in this city (1 Peter 2:11). So we ask again: For what have you saved us? Here and now?
Open our hearts to hear your answer, Lord: “Seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare” (Jeremiah 29:7).
Yes, Lord. Yes. This is our heart for Minneapolis. We seek her welfare. We pray on her behalf.
For those who knew George Floyd best and loved him most, bring them your consolation, and direct their hearts to the God of all comfort.
For Derek Chauvin, who put his knee on Floyd’s neck for seven minutes, until he died, we ask for the mercy of repentance and the judgment of justice. For officers Thomas Lane and Tou Thao and Alexander Kueng, who stood by, we pray that grief and fear will bear the fruit of righteous remorse; and may the seriousness of the killing and the cowardice of the complicity meet with proper penalties.
For the upright police who have watched all ten minutes of the unbearable video of Floyd’s dying, who consider it “horrific” and “inhuman,” who find it unbelievable that Chauvin did not say a single word for seven minutes as the man under his knee pled for his life, and who lament with dashed hopes that they must start again from “square one” to rebuild what meager trust they hoped to have won — for these worthy servants of our city, we pray that they would know the patient endurance of Jesus Christ, who suffered for deeds he did not do.
For police chief Medaria Arradondo, Hennepin County Attorney Mike Freeman, our Mayor Jacob Frey, and our Governor Tim Walz, we ask for the kind of wisdom that only God can give — the kind king Solomon had when he said, “Cut the baby in half” (1 Kings 3:16–28), and discovered the true mother.
May our leaders love the truth, seek the truth, stand unflinching for the truth, and act on the truth. Let nothing, O Lord, be swept under the rug. Forbid that any power or privilege would be allowed to twist or distort or conceal the truth, even if the truth brings the privileged, the rich, the powerful, or the poor, from the darkness of wrong into the light of right.