Prayer for the Day ...
O Thou who art the source of all ...
Whose word creates the substance and the storm,
The moment and the motion,
The span of life and all of love ...
Unto whom we all belong,
In life and in death,
Body and soul,
Here, there and everywhere ...
In times of distress, you speak tenderly to our wary hearts.
When all seems lost, you anchor us in your eternity.
When love blossoms, you laugh with us and feel the joy ... of hope and pleasure, desire and dreams ...
In life, you are a guiding light, and sometimes the luminous darkness of unknowing and wandering ...
In death, you are the final comfort, the beckoning hand, that welcomes and in some strange way, rewinds the clock ...
That which is lost is found.
That which is blind is given sight.
The bound and the broken are released.
The fearful and fatigued are taken in your hand.
When it's dark and cold, Christ is born.
When hateful powers seek his life, escape is made
He's baptized and tested.
Asks a woman for a drink.
Welcomes Mary as a disciple, much to the distress of her bothered sister and to the amazement of the men.
With him, O God, we walk.
We talk and we wonder ... and follow.
As best we can ... with halting steps and faltering faith.
But in faith, as it is, with steps as they are, we reach for the Kingdom of faith, hope and love.
And maybe, O God, we have some tables to overturn, and we'll do it ... fearful maybe, but we'll do it.
As best we can.