Lord, help us during this time of anxiety and illness and woe to pursue peace.
Peace is not the quiet, stilled silence of two different sides, but the active and creative power that you put into being when you created the world.
God, you know it’s funny that you’ve made us to be counting beings.
When I am anxious at night, I count sheep, sometimes I count steps or play counting games to distract myself.
We’ve even been counting off scripture at worship: reading “together” at home when I hold up my fingers 1-10.
And sometimes we advise each other to count our blessings when things look their bleakest.
When Abraham was worried about his legacy, God advised him to count the grains of sand, or to count the stars.
When my son, who has autism, is anxious he counts off the schedule on your fingers.
One finger: go to the store, second finger: go to the bank, third finger: go to the blue house (home) and play iPad.
All will be well as long as he ends up home playing iPad.
God, I am aware that we are counting first: vote, second: wait (and wait and wait) for the results, third: accept the results and peacefully pass power, fourth: so we can all end up safe at home.
Funny how we are counting, each and every vote to pursue peace. Funny, and not so funny, because it fits so well.
Help us to count, God.
Help us count every single vote. Help us count as an act of peace.
Help us to count each and every vote. Help us to count each and every person as a child of God. Help us to count the steps of peace.
One Lord and Savior, Two Natures, Three Persons
One breath out, Two short breaths out, On Three we sigh together
(Just to be clear) One breath out, Two short breaths out, On Three we sigh together
One, Two, Three. Phew.