February 25, 2014
We have grown languid with time and misuse,
and far too accustomed to the language of
“us” and “them."
Yes, even among those who You insist upon calling “us.”
God, look at us
and at the mess we have made.
We have divides ourselves into crafted clubs,
broken up into polite little affiliations
of visceral self-righteousness.
And we are in need of saving.
Yes, even saving from ourselves
and, perhaps, even especially from ourselves.
in Your startling way of holiness
lift our eyes from our own limitations,
from our self-imposed boundaries that are
so preoccupied with labels.
in Your potent way of long-suffering
reorient us to the creeds of our faith.
May the words of confession undyingly occupy our tongues.
Let us orate with gratitude and long-vision,
keeping close at hand the faith of our fathers…
…and their fathers, and their fathers, and their fathers before.
in Your grand way of reconciliation
Recall to our feeble minds the reality of a Church Universal.
Fixate in our minds the communities of the confession
that come in all shapes, sizes, colors and languages.
And bemoan us to remember well
that this creed and catholicity is the reality
of that long-awaited horizon
we have long labeled “Home.”
Beckon us toward that reality, good God of our confession,
and until then bind us together in Your unity,
as we recite with all flesh
the ancient words of faith
confessing the Word that You made flesh.
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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