I’m reminded as I walk in, that whatever good may come out
will be from you, and you alone; not because of my talent or work.
I’m reminded as I walk in, that whatever good may come out
will be from you, and you alone; not because of my talent or work.
For the sake of those who cannot celebrate today,
but for whom today is a day of terrifying reminders.
Our Father, who is in heaven:
A faithful presence, who never walks out on us.
Lord, what a delight when we see lightning and hear distant thunder.
Raindrops slowing splattering the sidewalk, racing each other, faster and faster!
Lord, by your blessing
we are in your mountains;
Lord, I can’t take it anymore, this life you’ve given is no gift;
but an unending experience of pain: a gift that just keeps giving.
Lord, is it wrong to give thanks
for a homerun, or a touchdown?
Lord, this year we have seen afresh
our debt to teachers,
at schools named Sandy Hook,
Plaza Towers, and Briarwood.
The middle of the night, sleep stolen again;
pain shaking me awake, the thief at midnight.
Prove that your grace is larger than a mile wide tornado;
your love greater than any storm.
Lord, God of Sara, Rebekah, and Rachel;
and God of Hagar, Bilhah, and Zilpah.
Lord, our minds are filled
by video clips played over and over:
explosions, debris, and people dying.