Home (in God’s hands)

prayers for Proper 22B

Opening Prayer

by Christine Gilbert, from the 15th Assembly Worship Resource: 
Abundant grace, liberating hope

[Lord God Almighty,
King of Creation,]
we come before you as real people –
made in your image,
broken in body and spirit,
longing to be mended
in the shape of your love.

So hear us as we pray:
Spirit of Jesus, be with us now.

We bring hearts full of questions,
aching to hear your voice of acceptance.
An often scattered and fractured people,
frozen in fear, we pray:
Bind us, unite us, fill us with your peace.

The table in our midst draws us out
into community and invites us to share.
In our singing and in our silence
we pray with open hands:
Make us your body, O Christ.

Prayer of the Day

by Thom M. Shuman

We will not find
that needed justice
in our apathy;

we will not find
that elusive wholeness
with our quarreling;

we will not find
our hoped for unity
with our doctrines;

we will not find
our misplaced love
with our hating;

we will not find
that rest we crave
in our overflowing planners;

we will not find
the peace you offer
in our well nursed grudges.

but

we will find you
in the brokenness of the Bread
and in the breaking of our hearts;

we will find you
when we drain the Cup,
refill it with our gifts,
and offer it to a little child;

we will find you
when we squeeze closer together,
making room at the Table
for all your people.

Help us to find you,
God in Community, Holy in One,
even as we pray together, saying:
Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be your name,
Your kingdom come, your will be done,
on earth as in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.
Save us from the time of trial and deliver us from evil.
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours
Now and for ever.
Amen.

Prayers of the people

yvonne@liturgies4life
for people going through divorce, the end of a relationship, or 
difficulties at home

Praise be to You, O unchanging God,
who journeys with us through life’s joyous and sorrowful seasons,
for though You never ordain suffering,
You help us to make sense of love’s purpose when hardship befalls us.

Be still in the silence and aware of God’s love with and within you …

Ever-loving God we thank You for love shared and lives joined together.
We hold before You memories of good times and bad times
as we acknowledge the thoughts and feelings within us today:
sorrow and grief at the dream we have lost
of what love and partnership and family was supposed to be,
frustration, anger and confusion at how we have gotten to this point,
guilt and shame at things that we have said and done
that have contributed to the breakdown of our relationship,
fear and anxiety over what the future holds for us.

Instill in us this day, a sense of Your resurrection power
and a reassurance of Your constant presence.
Walk closely with us as mourning turns to gladness
and the trial and turmoil of this change
is transformed into the hopefulness of possibility.
Heal our woundedness,
forgive our faults,
and restore to us the certainty that we are loved by You.

Be especially present with friends and family who do not understand
the full extent of our journey
and help us to be patient with their questions, their criticisms and their advice.

Guide us in caring for our children
and creating new households full of Your love
so that we might deal with them daily with wisdom, gentleness and affection.

Sustainer of all,
hold our past with compassion,
our present with Your tender mercy,
and our dreams with the fullness of new life in You.

Amen

Last lessons: Sacrifice

*Tuesday in Holy Week: John 12:20-36*

“Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
Verse 24

Oh Lord who showed up at festivals and feasts,
and, in your last days, spent time with those who wished to see you,
~ sharing truth,
~ evoking questions,
~ causing controversy,

in anguish I kneel before you this day …

bruised
broken
bleeding

afraid that the fragile skin I’m in
is altogether inadequate to contain
the sum of

my fears
and
bitter tears

of injuries sustained throughout the years
that have sickly festered
beneath my polite smiles
and cordial
“I’m fine thanks. How are you?”s.

There is no honour in being broken,
no success to be had in failure,
no empathy for those who just can’t seem to get their lives together:

we learn so at our mother’s breast,
in classrooms crammed with wooden desks;
from friends who smirk behind our backs
and gossip about the things we lack.

O Wheat of Life who drew all people through your woundedness rather than your power;
who overthrew the status quo through sacrifice, not violence;
who opened up eternity through the so-called finality of the grave;

may I embrace my brokenness this day
and offer all the pieces of me that I seem to have lost
or given up along the way
for planting
and watering
and pruning
and weeding
and budding
and feeding
and feeding
and feeding …

… those who are bruised
those who are broken
those who are bleeding.

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