Here I am: lost in the wilderness, chasing sheep and rabbit holes, out of touch with my own spirit and being, but here I am — wherever “here” is. Here I am: unsettled and uncertain, overwhelmed by grief and setback, desperate for meaning from burning bushes, but here I am — however “here” might be.… Read More
Sunday Prayer: One of Another
Blessed are you, one of another, and most blessed is the other with whom you are one. Blessed is the rock and holy is the river, and beautiful are the shapes & spaces they cannot make without the other. Blessed is the breath and holy is the heart, and precious are the life & community… Read More
Sunday Prayer: Praise
Sweet, sweet, sweet, O God, is the smoke that clouds the air with the prayers of the wayfarers and the downtrodden, with the songs of grief and hope, protest and sacrifice. Sweet, sweet, sweet, O God, is the oil that blesses the heads of the ancestors and pours down their faces, the oil harvested from… Read More
Sunday Prayer: Killing the Messenger
We are not fond of messengers — O God, we confess it! What is there to love about one who comes dressed unapologetically in freedom to inquire into our weariness? We prefer such a messenger beholden to our labor. What is there to heed in the questions of one who proclaims the work at hand… Read More
Sunday Prayer: Wrestling
Let me behold your face, I prayed, but instead you met me in the dark and bent me into painful knots. Let me be relieved, I pleaded, and instead you laid a path among my adversaries. Let me prove my heart, I declared, but instead you withdrew to tend the song of creation’s seasons. Let me… Read More
Revised Common Lectionary: Milcah’s Inheritance
Milcah sang a lullaby to her granddaughter Rebekah, born to Bethuel, You are a queen, gifted and beautiful, a sovereign over kings. You are the gladness of ancestors, and the celebration of the future. And Rebekah believed her grandmother Milcah, owned the inheritance that was sung to her. So when a nomadic king sent for… Read More
Sunday Prayer: Confession
We have listened to the wrong gods, O Holy Life, to the ones that say “Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps” and the ones that say “Your help is in the rat race.” Hear your people protest: “How long?” Hear your people confess: “No more!” We have said our prayers to the wrong gods,… Read More
Sunday Prayer: Troubled
Incline yourself like a dread warrior toward those you love, O Holy One. Count the hairs on the heads of Robert Fuller, Malcolm Harsch, Dominique Alexander, and comfort those terrorized by racism’s awful fruit. Hear the cries of the children. Hear the cries of the elders. Grieve, O Holy Love, the sparrows felled by violence:… Read More
Sunday Prayer: By the Oaks of Mamre
Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the night has been long and cruel and our souls are not yet wrung dry from weeping. Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the fires are raging on cultic altars built to sacrifice precious fruit to ravenous gods. Stay awhile, O Stranger, for the day has burned our eyes with violence… Read More
Trinity Sunday Prayer
O Sovereign Joy, When we observe the creative work of your fingers, we are awed and blessed. How sweet is the morning dew! How comforting is the moon! How faithful are the tides! We pray against the destructive work of human hands that harm your creation: the plastics that litter the ocean’s depths, the smog… Read More
