March 24, 2013
Amy is contributing a series of Lenten prayers leading up to the celebration of Easter. You can read her introduction here.
Brutal is this world we call "home".
And that word cannot be used with ease - brutality marks this mankind race; indeed we left our mark on You.
You in Your forbearance, send Your Beloved Son. You, in Your affection, send us a lamb to slaughter. You, in Your peace-making way, gave us the God-Man to be our brutal selves with.
And we were.
Our treatment of the Son of God comes as no surprise. Rather, what strikes us as peculiar is the seemingly passive way He came. It seems to us strange that He would suffer our brutality with quietness, in silence.
Yes, Your silent way is bizarre to us…
So as we enter these Lenten days would You join us in Your suffering - at least in ways we are able. We confess we mean to go on a diet and equate it with Your suffering sacrifice. And for this, too, we need newness.
We acknowledge, as it was with Your midnight Son, that "newness" is only an articulation appropriate after the suffering verbs.
So, as we attempt some semblance of suffering, would You help us with the silent nature. Remember well we are brutal. And we know little of pure passivity.
As we look down the long dark channel of the coming days, grant us tears under the reality that there is no newness yet.
No newness yet.
And for that reason, give us the courage to encounter those suffering verbs.
We pray in the name of the Passive Lamb who won our Peace,
Hi, friend. I'm Amy. Mostly, I’m just another twenty-something trying to figure out the stuff of life. I am a nerdy seminary student who loves the smell of old books and early mornings in the library. I am an artist wanabee, a liberal to the conservative and conservative to the liberal, guilty social justice groupie, and a recovering Bible know-it-all with the unreal ability to put my foot in my mouth an astonishing number of times each day. I am a sister to eight of the most hysterical creatures ever created. Good theology, used book stores, and autumn make me giddy. I preach passionately, think deeply, and ask too many questions. I write prayers, poetry and prose. I write about preaching bad and good, gender roles in the Church, the sacraments, stupid things we do on Sunday, politics, and almost everything else that you are not supposed to discuss in polite company. I also blog at oneyellowbird.blogspot.com. Welcome to the journey.
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