Wilderness

We long for your voice
like a deer longs for water,
but no, Lord — do not put your voice
in our ears and our hearts, for it might
split us open and rend us from
the comforts and assumptions
with which we have clothed faith.

We long for your presence
like a ship longs for the shore,
but no, Spirit — do not be an anchor
to our wandering spirits, for you might
disrupt our restless living with the call
to faithfulness; we would
rather battle the storms.

We long for your help
like an eagle longs for the wind,
but no, Mercy — do not lift us up
with story and song, for we prefer reason
to imagination and your provocation
might shatter the certainty
by which we cling to you.

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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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Ostriches

On this Lenten way,
O God of every good way
we pray for all that is to come:

for the path through stormy waters
and for those pummeled by the storm
until the path becomes clear;

for the avenues toward peace
and for those surrounded by warring chariots
until the rage of war is quenched;

for the riverbeds of restoration
and for those parched in the wilderness
until the rainy season comes;

for the intersections of community
and for those bypassed for their imago dei
until the crossroads are the heart.

Make a holy way
through this Lenten way,
we pray. Amen.

on Isaiah 43:16-21

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