The Membership Questions: If I Wrote them Expanded: Do you reject Evil Of Guns Of White Supremacy Of the False Gospel of Hate Of the Nationalism Of trying to Control Your Child’s Life Do you reject the idolatry of Power, Greed, Imperialism, Capitalism and Control?
Do you surrender to the Loving and Searing Truth of Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, who opens your heart in such away that you continually examine your life and ask–am I living in a way that adhere’s to God’s Life Giving Standards?
Do I, to Love my Enemies, Are the Imprisoned? Give Food to those in Near, Somehow free myself To Not Judge those different than you and to Welcome those who are different in Gender, Race, Sexuality, Age and Ability to my House, Home, Table and Life?
Do I affirm the Apostles Creed, as far as I understand it, knowing that it is a lifelong mystery. Do I affirm what I know and commit to continual study of the Apostles Creed and God?
**Grocery prices have gone from–I’m worried To Good Lord**
God, How many prayers do you get at the grocery checkout Line?
I remember how many I gave to you when we scanned the credit cards that one of them would not bounce
Two kids, then three, in the card Aware that people around me were thinking judgmental things
Or back when WIC coupons were paper Ostentious, Obvious Burdensome and Slow And I prayed I picked all the right items So I wouldn’t hold up the people behind me While the babies fussed
And everyone judged how many cookies and healthy and whatever expensive foods I bought that week.
These days my prayers, I admit, are less desperate, But I pray a little prayer because every single week the grocery bill goes up
And I feel the panic in my gut the awareness of days past (PTSD, yes?) when I would gather up the kids cereal and yogurt and milk Putting every drop back when they finished Loathe to waste a drop, because we could not afford it
Jesus You and the Widow know that you can’t budget your way out of poverty Only money can help
God, I’m saying a prayer For all of us who are stressed Or holding our breath Or trying not to cry in the checkout line
“Feed my Sheep” You said
“Feed my Sheep” is our prayer in the checkout line. Feed us, we pray. Amen.
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