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...

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...

Gone Camping

Wood smoke lingers in my hair The cabin is spider-filled and Smells like dirty socks; I wonder If this is what Peter, James & John Desired to create by pitching Tents on the mountaintop?

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...

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...

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