Sunday Prayer

Living God, Merciful Christ,
we turn & return to you
trusting that our prayers are not in vain.
Yours is the steadfast love we cling to, and
yours the voice we long to hear.
Attune the ears of our hearts
to your call, even
as we bend your ear and
whisper our prayers to your holy heart.

Be pleased to show your mercy
to those who are sick and those in pain,
to those who are dying,
to those who are weary and discouraged,
to those who live in places of violence or despair,
to those who feel they can scarcely breathe.
Comfort each one by your presence.
Do not leave us, your children,
to live without hope.

Eternal God, you name us, you call us out,
you incite us toward a purpose beyond ourselves.
Bless us with a glimpse of your vision, we ask,
so that our work in this life
may be encouraged.
Make us alive: bring us fully to life
as we remain rooted in your goodness.
Trace our prayers with your grace, O God Most High;
this we cry in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals.

Sheer Silence

Hear the silence in my heart, Most Holy,
the reverberating sound of “I don’t know.”

 

Do not call me from this cave
or tease my heart with angels,
for I am determined to rest.

 

The familiar has become foreign to my soul
and home is a bitter dream without roots.

 

Do not ask what I am doing
or press me for a vision,
for my soul is lost.

 

Choose another, or call me to battle,
so that I might find my way again.

on 1 Kings 19

Sunday Prayer

Holy and gracious God,

The summer fruit is ripening, the heat is sweltering, the cornstalks are stretching high, and the pavement is causing the air to dance in heat waves. As we wipe away the dripping sweat and pray for mercy from the sun, we remember that you alone are God.

You alone, you alone.

Our lives are full and busy. We are running to work, dashing to meetings, gathering for holidays & for protests & for meals, scrolling in a rush through phones & tv channels & websites, adding new books to our reading lists, hurrying to go on vacation, pressing our schedules to include hobbies & rest. As we breathe in this moment, hovering on one webpage for one minute, we remember that you alone are God.

You alone, you alone.

We cannot avoid your judgment over the earth, though we have tried not to hear your voice as it comes to us in the outcries of those in poverty who are counting every penny to eat, those in legal limbo who are detained & left to be forgotten, those who are scolded for seeking justice from war, rape, murder. We prefer to hear your voice in church instead of on the street, but we remember that you alone are God.

You alone, you alone.

We pray for your work of reconciliation and wholeness in this world, that it come “soon and very soon.” We pray that you are able to make use of us, and that we will mature in our understanding of how to join your work without complaining, how to be unafraid in learning & listening, how to fear you and love one another. We remember that you alone are God.

You alone, you alone. Amen.

“Soon And Very Soon” by Andrae Crouch.
This prayer is cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals.

Contrition

We confess.

We confess that we harbor fear.
We confess that we choose suspicion and distrust.
We confess that we love sparingly.

We confess.

We confess that we expect injury.
We confess that we rush into, even seek out, war.
We confess that we value defensiveness.

We confess.

We confess that we prefer property to people.
We confess that we willfully interpret “neighbor” as “familiar.”
We confess that we view love as a foolish risk.

We confess.

We confess that we embrace divisive living.
We confess that we hold onto lies to hide from the unknown.
We confess that we want grace without accountability.

We confess, O God, we confess.