Pentecost

Holy Spirit, Wild Wind,
on this day of Pentecost
we are gathered.

We are alternately
full of fire and fizzling,
courageous and tentative,
gifted by dreams and haunted by worries.

In other words,
this holy day finds us to be
still wholly human.

Will you fill us up?
Will you awe our hearts
so that we too might understand
your word & work of power in the world?

Will you declare the assurance
that our souls long to hear,
the peace that all your children need,
the renewal that is creation’s hope?

Let it be so,
and we who aspire to be fire
would settle for being your kindling
in this world that needs love.

Let it be so,
and we who dream of flying
would settle for bending in your breeze
like flowers dancing their praises
in a world that needs whimsy.

We ask in wonder.
We pray in astonishment.
We wait for heaven to come among us
like a rush of roaring wind, like a flame
that ignites without ceasing.

Amen.

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Melted

What the hell do any of us know, O Eternal Mystery?

While we worship constancy and might,
mountains melt and remold like wax.

While we sing hymns in echoing caverns,
the Spirit waits upon those in prison.

While we pray to love our enemies,
the Church itself nurtures violence.

While we thirst for truth and order,
we get drunk on self-righteousness.

While we say “Believe us — here is God, and there too!”
a prescient slave girl is considered a threat to orthodoxy.

While we await God’s redemption from evil,
our loyalties fly high for military domination.

While we stake our place “so help me, God,”
creation is wise enough to tremble and bow.

While we die the daily death of change,
your love remains in all and through all.

You tried to make it known and living;
we preferred to make it certain and stagnant.

What the hell do any of us know, O Eternal Mystery?

on the Narrative and Revised Common Lectionaries,
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Sunday Prayer

You who are our strength,
you who are our salvation:

We have known your presence and we have doubted it. We have known pain and we have known delight. We have known peace and we have known fear. Through it all, we confess: your steadfast love endures forever.

You who are our sanctuary,
you who are our foundation:

Our hearts soar to consider your wonder, even as they falter in the knowledge of violence. Your body is wounded by hatred’s rage and power’s injustice. We bless those who reveal your holiness, scars and all.

You who are our beginning,
you who are our fulfillment:

We seek life and healing. We yearn for mercy and the world’s release from sin. Let these be marvelous to us in the confidence of faith. Let them be manifest to your glory in our living of every day.

Our God and our Gladness,
amen and amen.

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Praise

Let us do what is right, with prayer and praise:

We rejoice in your renewal, O Creator
alleluia, amen
and we celebrate the labor to which we are called.

We rejoice that we are not surrendered to death
— alleluia, amen —
and we celebrate your name on this day.

We preach the women’s witness, O Christ
— alleluia, amen —
and we testify to the grace of life.

We preach the tears through which we recognize you
— alleluia, amen 
and we testify to your glory to spite death.

We claim the resurrection power of freedom, O Spirit
— alleluia, amen —
and we heed the call to tend vineyards instead of lynching trees.

We claim the healing of your steadfast love
— alleluia, amen —
and we heed the trembling of earth to bless all creation.

Let our praise be unbounded, alleluia and amen.

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Betrayal

When we have shouted ourselves hoarse
and returned home from the parade,
forgive our wavering commitment to love.

When we have finished our hymns
and departed from the comforts of worship,
forgive our fickle faithfulness.

When we have passed the plate of bread
and swept up all the last crumbs,
forgive our refusal to extend sanctuary.

When we have draped flowers on the altar
and bathed in their perfume of death,
forgive our neglect of our neighbors’ suffering.

And when we have waited through the night
and paced all day in disappointed prayer,
forgive our denial of your revelation.

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