Sunday Prayer

In fellowship with one another and with the Spirit, we pray:

Christ our Shepherd, God our Home,
in you we place our fears and faith;
in you we rest our worries and heartaches.

Along your winding pathways,
we are surprised and amazed.

By your still clear pools,
we find satisfaction and rest.

With your redirection,
our lives bring glory to you.

At shared table with our aggravators,
we discover ourselves in one another.

Through turmoil and trouble, crisis and danger,
you remain unwaveringly beside us.

You are our wonder and our longing,
our daily amazement and our persistent questions.

Call us by your mercy
to generosity of service.

Call us by your ever-flowing grace
to faithfulness in following you.

Call us by your imagination
to visions of a beautiful kin-dom for all creation.

Christ our Shepherd, God our Home,
dwelling in your house we are at peace with ourselves
and one another, no more to wander from your paths of peace.

Sunday Prayer

Spirit of Life, God of Renewal, Jesus our Christ,

We sing your praises.
We celebrate your resurrection.
We continually seek your revelation.

Over disappointments, we pray
and we lift up our highest hopes, our dashed dreams,
our longings and ambitions that we struggle to realize.
We seek your presence and your wisdom above all,
Spirit of Life, God of Renewal, Jesus our Christ.

We sing your praises.
We celebrate your resurrection.
We continually seek your revelation.

Over misunderstandings, we pray
and we seek forgiveness for divisions between us,
we pray repair and justice for the impact of harm.
We seek your presence and your love above all,
Spirit of Life, God of Renewal, Jesus our Christ.

We sing your praises.
We celebrate your resurrection.
We continually seek your revelation.

Over change and transformation, we pray
and we hold in gentleness our uncertainty and fear,
we hold with grace mysteries and endings and deaths.
We seek your presence and your peace above all,
Spirit of Life, God of Renewal, Jesus our Christ.

We sing your praises.
We celebrate your resurrection.
We continually seek your revelation.

Go with us in life, we pray,
even as we vow to journey with one another.
You are our Constant Companion and our
Source of Inspiration, now and forever. Amen.

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Sunday Prayer

I see you as you go before me.
I touch you as the ground beneath me.
I hold you as the wound between us.
I greet you as the peace within us.

Jesus my brother, Christ my savior,
I believe in you and in your resurrection
… most of the time. Help my unbelief,
for life is abundant and creative and
surprising, but I have unfaithfully limited
my understanding to death and cynicism.

Show me life where there is fullness of joy,
and I will make it my breath and my work.
Show me hope with possibility and clarity,
and it will be my guide and my salvation.
Show me faith that burns and opens hearts,
and I will give you mine over and again.

I see you as you go before me.
I touch you as the ground beneath me.
I hold you as the wound between us.
I greet you as the peace within us.

My Lord and my God!

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Easter Sunday

Even before the dawn breaks,
you are with us.

Even while our spirits are broken,
you rebuild us.

Though we are too weary to run,
you renew us.

Though we are too slow to believe
but quickly ardent in idolization,
you remain our God.

When we barely remember our names
and all hope seems lost to the grave,
you love us forever.

Now the eyes of our hearts are opened
and the song on our lips is pure joy.
Beloved Resurrection!

resurrection

on John 20:1-18 with Jeremiah 31:1-6
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Palms (Sixth Sunday in Lent)

“I love you,” I shout,
because I don’t know
if I can be faithful.

“Here’s my coat,” I offer,
because I’m not certain
that I would give my life.

“Hosanna in the highest,” I sing,
because I doubt there will be
good news worth singing tomorrow.

“Blessed is the one who comes,” I cheer,
because I don’t remember the last time
anyone bore the presence of God among us.

Holy Jesus, my doubt is as obvious as my faith (perhaps more so), my joy never quite masks my sorrow, and my hopes are thin palms that sway easily in a breeze. Have you come to rescue me from the fear that sends love into quick retreat? Have you come to make God known forever so I cannot get lost? Have you come to pour out grace until at last my heart beats in peace? I would promise to be faithful and strive to give my full life if only you will stay with me always. Please stay, Jesus.

Palms

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