Distant Promises

They died in faith without having received God’s promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. (Hebrews 11:13)

What do we ask of you, O God,
but faithfulness in presence and
mercy from devouring powers?

What do you ask of us, O God,
but integrity in discipleship and
compassion in community?

How have we failed one another, O Christ?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but timeliness in justice and
holy fury in redemption?

What do you ask of us, O God,
but patience in labor and
hope in restoration?

How have we tested one another’s limits, O Call?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but a rock to rest upon and
reward for sacrifice?

What do you ask of us, O God,
but trust in your steadfastness and
surrender of our treasures?

How have we counted one another’s costs, O Creator?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but inspiration for renewal and
courage for peace?

What do you ask of us, O God, but
but humility in worship and
dreams of what may be?

How have we failed one another, O Covenant?

What do we ask of you, O God,
but that you come?
And what do you ask of us
but that we be ready?

And will it be so?

Amen.

cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals

Chariots (Lent 18)

Easy enough
to confess
chariots
when I have none.

Easy enough
to set aside
pride in horses
with no stables to fill.

Easy enough
to surrender
financial confidence
with a check sure to bounce.

More difficult, I confess,
to abandon
measures of worth
by capacity and competence.

More difficult, O LORD,
to swallow my pride
and share the road
on days when I feel lost.

More difficult, truth be told,
to accept vulnerability
to the whims of time
and the magnitude of grace.

Let me confess, O God,
pride in chariots
for easy absolution and
we’ll leave the rest for tomorrow.

on Psalm 20:7

Lessons (Lent 13)

What example shall I be, O LORD, for the blessing of your name? If an example of grace, I might be tempted to idolize and (try to) enact a perfect persona. If an example of faith, I might fold doubt beneath my coat or tuck it into my pockets like cold hands in winter, lest faith be revealed for its fragility. If an example of love, I might never love for fear of failing to live with a heart so generous as yours. If an example of mercy, I might betray how desperately we live without compassion for ourselves or one another, If an example of hope, I might be swept away be the despair of dreams unrealized. What example shall I be, O LORD, for the blessing of your name?

on 1 Corinthians 13:13

Confession (First Sunday in Lent)

I have loved
too little
and too late.

I have disengaged
too easily and
too coolly.

I have endured
too fearfully and
too immutably.

I have cherished
too sparingly
and too lightly.

I have waited
too patiently,
too tolerantly.

I have remembered
too selectively and
too carelessly.

I have dared
too timidly and
too composedly.

And again:
I have loved
too little and too late.