God who creates and sees with the declaration, "It is good!" use your gift of working with mud and mix us once or twice again; we try to master the ingredients - water and land, the heavens and the earth - you have given us using our own imaginations and come up short of fulfillment. Amen.
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“Who is this?” – Matthew 21:10
God of all names, who humbly enters our lives, we want to call you...something... to delight in that you have arrived unexpectedly, though surely, we expect something to stir us along life's roadsides as we move towards the center of our dreams. Amen.
“For truly I tell you, until heaven and earth pass away…” – Matthew 5:18
Creating God of all things perishing and of all transient time, so many wish to hold on to forever as they hold on to their ways and means believing what they have is all that is, we seek to know better and to be lighter, freed from the weight of stuff and loosened from the ticking of time to pass away as the earth ceases to turn and heaven fades into the heavens. Amen.
“They shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.” – Isaiah 35:10
Holy Emotion, always in motion from gladness to sadness and back again across a life and through the ages; so many sighs are greater than the winds ceaselessly moaning across the empty wastes; fleeing from destroying and controlling powers is the only way through to a next breath; separate yourself from the rush of our winds, and send us into spaces of quietude not of our own making where we can rest. Amen.
“By your endurance you will gain your souls.” – Luke 21:19
Lord of the Race, Keeper of Time, who, breathing, breathlessly holds all Creation together; we gasp for breath having only taken a few small steps to keep up with our neighbor's neighbor; fearing for our trammeled souls molded by beaten paths, we seek not only a way but the gumption to get on with it so as to endure. Amen.
“Now God is God not of the dead, but of the living…” – Luke 20:38
God in whom we live and have our very being, who enlivens all death, who effortlessly turns the pages of the Book of Life, who dances on graves, and who says "Yes" to every "No," the leaves fall, the ground hardens, the buried rest and we must go on living. The earth continues to turn and so many of those in the world continue their death-dealing ways. Dwell with us once again so we may join you in your divine dance holding hands with all of the ones who have gone before us into your music. Amen.
“Let us also lay aside every weight…that clings so closely.” – Hebrews 12:1
God who knows the weight of the universe, driving down the frenzied highway of life we glance and see the future in our rear-view mirrors holding a sign reading, "The end is near." We wonder what strange powers order letters into these particular words. What message attempts to come to life and be declared? Are we missing something important, something everyone else but us knows? If we are the last to hear and to understand will that endanger the lives of our loved ones? Our questions cling to our bodies and weigh us down. Give us strength to gently shudder them to the ground so that on this day and in this hour and at this time we can breathe and get on with living. Amen.
“…but all who humble themselves will be exalted.” – Luke 18:14
God of the Pedestaled and of the lowly base, in the midst of the upright and tumbled we strive to climb, we yearn to settle down, seeking a bit of fortune and some fame, deliver us from those who only clamber noisefully upward to the heavens of their own making while stepping, worse eliminating, the ones who are happy with step-by-step. Amen.
“The days are surely coming, says the Lord…” – Jeremiah 31:31
Creator of all days, Sender of the morning brilliance, Our growing out of seeds in darkness Brings fruit to the edge of underground Where we wait for the first light. Make us shine and become ablaze to burn away all the layers of dross meant to keep us in our place. Amen.
“…one of them…asked him a question to test him.” Matthew 22:35
Creating Word of the World where words can be formed into questions, we come to you on syllables of air - perhaps seeking answers lying fallow on frozen fields - but more in search of interpretations and explanations leading to more questions and to more questions. We ask all this quietly for subtle guidance so as not to stir those who debate the placement of letters on the page, for their rage seeks to control all that dwells in their midst. Amen.