Generations

Blessed are those who pray in the mountains,
where the signs of heaven are clear, where
the echoes of creation’s praise roll like thunder.

Blessed are those who pray in the dark of night,
when the promise of the sun is distant, when
the LORD whispers secrets to the despairing.

Blessed are those who pray in the cities,
where the revelation is among the people
and faith finds its voice in a collective shout.

Blessed are those who pray at the river,
where God’s life overflows for renewal and
the world’s burdens find welcome release.

Blessed are those who pray in famine and plague,
when the wildness of God and the terror of earth
offer no reprieve, when hope is a stranger.

O you who have answered the prayers of generations,
to whom we have poured out our longing and our joy,
bless the praying and the prayed for, O God of generations!

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Reform

God all mighty,
make haste to upend the wicked,
be swift to defend the abused,
come yesterday to avenge injustice.

Christ all gracious,
turn our ambitions to dust for your glory,
change our hearts to love without limit,
sweep away all distractions like grass in fire.

Spirit all wise,
be our faith in the flood of despair,
be the law alone upon our lives,
be our grace no matter our shame.

Because we are yours, we are holy.
Because we are loved, we are holy.
Because we love, we are holy.

Because we are your body, we are holy.
Because we are your blood, we are holy.
Because we bleed, we are holy.

Because we are your delight, we are holy.
Because we are your exultation, we are holy.
Because we exalt, we are holy.

God all mighty,
Christ all gracious,
Spirit all wise, we pray. Amen.

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