CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith and Life for the Years of Winter…
Oh, God, bless your lumpy people scattered around the world this morning, these lumps of clay, these lumps of leaven. You have entrusted to us the bread of life, to bake it and to break it and to share it, so that in all our glorious differences we shall be one bread, one body,
We thank you for the gift of these bodies--such fragile jars of clay, and yet such sparkling stars of soul.
We thank you for the gift of eyes physical and spiritual, that we may see the goodness and goal of life.
We thank you for the gift of heart, that we may feel the thrill of joy and the also the pain of loss.
We thank you for the gift of ears and tongues, that we might hear the Good News of your presence with us, and that we might tell it to the world.
But we are so easily distracted.
You give us eyes like great telescopes, to see your glory, to see the stardust, but in our self-concern, our eyes are cast downward and we see only floor dust.
You give us hearts of love, but our hearts are hard or cold toward those who do not feel as we do.
You give us the words of life, but we blather about weather and jabber about celebrities.
We are such poor choices to be entrusted with the bread of life, but you seem to have no Plan B, and so we pray for one another, and for the world.
We pray for all those whose lives are afflicted by violence and hunger and greed and addiction and pain and depression and loneliness.
We pray for all those whose hearts are so hard and cold they cannot feel the hopes and pains of others.
We pray for all those who have never heard the good news, or have heard it but cannot believe that it is really for the likes of them.
Most of all, we pray for all those who have no one else to pray for them…