October 30, 2013
The Grace of Decided Impatience
We have heard the whispered promise
that You are still to come.
And we, too, have been those who
preached those promises,
claimed those confessions,
declared those decrees.
But we also confess
that as soon as the creed slipped from our lips,
we left the pews without expectation, viable hope, or any bit of impatience.
He ascended into heaven, seated at the right hand of God, the almighty Father, from where he will come to judge the living and the dead.
And so we ask, dear God, that You
would grant us the grace of
Press our eyes to the horizon,
our ears to the ground.
Fix our feet in holy restlessness
and quicken them towards that which is our final Rest.
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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