Second Sunday of Lent

It may be Lent, the church’s annual exercise in melancholy,
but today I pray to the Pentecost Spirit:

FIRE ME UP!
Fire me up and get me moving!
Stir up my life, compel my heart
to respond to your cries in the world!
Blaze through the fog in my eyes and spirit
so that I can see a harvest ripe even in the winter:
heads of grain full of food for the hungry,
wells brimming with fresh water for the thirsty,
fruit falling from the trees to press for healing,
and ground to till and reseed for the next season.

FIRE ME UP!
Fire me up from my complacency!
Whip through my life with a fiery wind
to clear out the weeds that slow me down!
I hear you, suddenly, speaking like a parent
mocking my own words to my children, calling out:
“we need to have left this house five minutes ago”
“it doesn’t take this long to brush your teeth”
“how long will you sit still on that couch”
“time to go! time to go! time to go!”
(Ah yes.)

FIRE ME UP!
FIRE ME UP with holy urgency!
FIRE ME UP for your time and your work!

Lent 10

Praise the LORD!
Whoosh!
Praise the LORD!
Swirl!
Praise the LORD!
Shush!

Praise the LORD,
o snow and gods of winter!
Praise the LORD,
o wind and flurry and blanket of silence!

Praise the LORD
who commands the blizzard and squall!
Praise the LORD
who holds authority over ice and hail!

Praise the LORD
who creates the wild beauty of snow!
Praise the One
who protects raccoon and robin through the white furor!

Praise the LORD, the God of gods,
who restrains the bounds of winter!
Praise the God of rainbow covenant
who remembers us before this wintry flood collapses our spirits!

Praise the LORD
who reigns o’er the seasons of the earth!
Praise the LORD
and be lifted up all people!

Praise the LORD!
Slosh!
Praise the LORD!
Whooo!
Praise the LORD!
Plip!

(based on Psalm 148)

Lent 9

Beloved Mary, holy Theotokos:

I turn to you as to a sister, for words of encouragement and a woman’s perspective.

Welcome me in to a moment of silence, a moment of peace, a moment of hush.

Teach me your gifts for centering and stillness while the furious winds whip around you.

Show me your grace for bearing up and bearing down in the eye of the storm.

Let me learn from your confidence and joy though the world lashes out in madness.

Lead me to the hiding place where Jesus retreats from the world, that I might sit still with him and rest in his presence.

Beloved Mary, holy Theotokos.

Lent 8

Holy Restlessness,
I am haunted by traces of you
that leave me wanting more,
yearning and excited for more—
yet terribly anxious that this is it,
that this trace is everything—
and oh! my God
then I begin to grab tightly
to the few strands that I have
as my fear bleeds onto your mystery;
and I miss the grace of being haunted,
the joy of wanting and seeking.
Keep me on my toes with curiosity;
I hate it—but keep me unsettled,
Spirit of the Living God!

Lent 7

Breathe in:
You are my God.

Breathe out:
And I am yours.

Holy
Holy
Holy Lord
God of all life, be my breath today.
Glory of the morning, be the spark for this small candle.


Breathe in:
You are my God.

Breathe out:
And I am yours.

Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison
God of mercy, be gentle where I am broken.
Vision of all discernment, be patient where I am stuck.


Breathe in:
You are my God.

Breathe out:
And I am yours.

Creator
Redeemer
Sustainer
God beyond time, be present in these moments.
Saving Grace, be endless generosity through my finiteness.


Breathe in:
You are my God.

Breathe out:
And I am yours.