By Kat Friesen
Come, you whose lamps are blazing,
and come, you whose lamps are dim.
Come, salty ones, and come,
you whose lives are feeling bland.
Come worship the One who was, and is, and is to come,
our God who restores our lamps with oil,
our God who renews our saltiness,
so that together we may be a city alight with praise,
a city that makes known the Glory of the Lord!
God who sees the needs of the oppressed,
We confess that our piety, our prayers and our habits are empty without justice.
God who hears the cries of the workers, of the homeless, of the hungry,
We confess our fear of risk, our fear of being made vulnerable
in the face of so much need.
Assure us again of Your healing in our weakness,
of Your abundance in our sharing and in our receiving.
By Ken & Nancy Hastings Sehested
We thank you, God, for water.
By it you give life to plants,
Animals, and all humankind.
We thank you that in the beginning
your Spirit of creation moved over
the face of the waters. Continue reading
New Hampshire Public Radio
By Rev. Anna Blaedel
(re-shared from Facebook circulation)
blessed are you who are raging.
blessed are you who are mourning.
blessed are you who feel numb.
blessed are you who feel sick. and tired. and sick and tired.
blessed are you who refuse to turn away.
blessed are you who need to turn away.
blessed are you who keep breathing deep.
blessed are you who are tending to your own needs.
blessed are you who are tending to the needs of another.
blessed are you who have been calling.
blessed are you who have been organizing.
blessed are you who have been testifying.
blessed are you who have been hearing.
blessed are you who have been resisting.
blessed are you who feel broken open beyond repair.
blessed are you who are raw beyond words.
blessed are you who are working hotlines and crisis care centers and bearing witness to the forces of violence and trauma unleashed and unloosed.
blessed are you who are marching.
blessed are you who are weeping.
blessed are you who preach and know that divinity resides in despised, abused, violated flesh.
blessed are you who know deep in your bones that you are good. and beautiful. and beloved. and sacred. and worthy. and believed. and held. and capable of healing beyond your
blessed are you who remind others they are good. and beautiful. and beloved. and sacred. and worthy. and believed. and held. and capable of healing beyond their wildest imagination.
blessed are we when we dare to dream of a world without sexual violence, without white supremacy, without misogyny, without police brutality, without anti-trans and
blessed are we when we stay tender.
blessed are we when we stay fierce.
blessed are we when we dare to imagine repair, and transformation.
blessed are we when we labor together to make it so.
By Katerina Friesen
Photo by Tim Nafziger
God, we confess our human struggles before You:
our deflated dreams after years of trying so hard, our uphill battles
against despair. You see and know us, inside and out.
Our cravings for control when chaos surrounds, our burnt-out
quests for justice, our disillusionment with less-than-perfect community.
God, we need a breakthrough of Your Spirit.
We need some juice for the long-haul! Zest us with hope,
and renew us with Your Living Word today. Amen.
By John August Swanson
A litany for worship adapted from St. Francis’ “Canticle of the Sun” and related Scripture texts
By Ken Sehested
What is it you wish to know, oh mortal one?
Do you think you must ascend to the highest heaven or descend to the deepest pit?
Do you not know that Wisdom has pitched a tent in your midst?
Ask the four-legged, and they will mentor you, or the winged-of-air, and they will school you;
Or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you.
Who does not know that the Gracious Host has done this?
In the Blessed One’s reach is the heart of every creature, the breath of every living thing.
Brother Sun declares the Beloved’s glory. His voice goes out o’er all the earth, his words to every inhabited place.
Sister Moon and stars pour forth speech to brighten the night in splendor and counsel.
Now hear the blessed promise of old, made new in your hearing:
May you go out in joy and be led back in peace, the hills bursting in song, the trees in applause!˙
©ken sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org, adapted from Job 12:7-10, Psalm 19:1-4, Psalm 97:6, Isaiah 55:12 and St. Francis of Assisi’s “Canticle of the Sun”
By Dee Dee Risher
Oh God, I wake up to weather
in this world you created whole and intricate
and I think how it matters;
How sun, season, gray or blue
can turn my heart. Such a little
and a cosmic thing.
And I ponder that in a world of agony,
small things—heat, cold, fleas, dust,
cause me more emotion than
true tragedies and losses;
earthquakes and floods
Sometimes I live so small. Continue reading
Rembrandt, “The Prophetess Anna”, 1639
By Ken Sehested
Sister Anna. Last-named prophet in Holy Writ, more
likely listed among household property and livestock.
When did your Temple-dwelling vocation begin?
What sustained your twenty-four-seven vigil
for all those years? Continue reading