Pandemic Prayers for Proper 15B and 16B

I feel like I should be living with abundance but then I read this.

Like every other parent, I am exhausted. I am tense with worry and trying like hell to make the best decisions fo my kids while still teaching them that there is wonder and glory in this world. It is, however, not something I feel in my own body. I feel like all I’ve got left is crumbs.

Mary Luti shared another beautiful original hymn composition pondering the gift of leftovers. I also really appreciate her critique of those little bread cubes that I know the deacons so carefully and lovingly prepared in the churches I’ve served but it is a ration of possibility rather than a hunk of hope. I need something to chew on.

I need real hope that I can grasp with both hands. I need grace to be so free that I can’t help but taste it in the air around me. I don’t even need to put my lip to the cup. The aroma of it is already in the air. I need that kind of abundance from God right now — especially when this most sacred act is something I’m doing all by myself in my living room. I don’t think I’m the only one but I haven’t a clue if you have it in you to offer that kind of wonder right now, dear pastor. I know you believe in it deep down. You know it is exists but I don’t know if you are able to claim it right now. I offer you two prayers for this week and next to add to your worship.

Prayer for Life Abundant

Inspired by John 6: 51-58

Give us life, O God. 
Because if we are honest
and we were really to
tell the truth:
we feel
as though
we have no 
life in us. 

We are so tired.
O God, we are so tired.
We are exhausted 
by worry and risk.
We have been here
before and we
are furious 
to find ourselves
here again. 

That is the truth.
We do not feel 
like we will live
forever. We wonder
if there is even 
enough life
left for tomorrow.

Give us life, O God.
Give us life for this world
so that our tired flesh can face 
another day. Fill us 
with the wonder
that you are here.
You are here, O God, 
in this world 
and in the very life
beating inside our hearts. 
Help us to find life -- 
your life -- in each
cell and every breath.
Give us life and 
may it be abundant.
Amen.

I found this on Mark Miller’s YouTube channel. It’s a song he wrote from a verse chiseled on the wall at a Nazi concentration camp sung by a church in New Jersey for Easter Sunday. Though I went looking for a song about bread or even communion, this might speak better to this moment. I did not research copyright issues this time around. I’m tired too.

Call to Worship

Inspired by John 6:56-69

We come together
especially when it is hard.

We come together
when nothing makes sense
and every thing pushes on
our last nerve.

We come, O God.

We come together 
because there are things
that we cannot accept.

There are things that
we know that you do 
not accept too and
we need to be reminded 
of those things. We need
to find you in our struggle.

We come, O God.

We come together
because we are offended
and exhausted. We are 
not even really sure what
we believe anymore.

It is not what we
hope. It is not what 
we want. It is why
we come together.

We come, O God,
to find your spirit
and your life
alive in this 
blessed communion.

O God, we come 
to worship.

That’s all I’ve got for this week. I’m praying for you, dear pastor. I’m praying for you so much.