Immigrant God
Be with us
Be with those separated from families
Teach us how to make room at the inn
Remind us
That you translated
Yourself into Humanity
Because you understood
That we humans
We hate translating
Teach us to keep at this translation work
of human to understand divine
of cultural understanding
of the beauty of change (we humans aren’t so good at change)
Translate us
into a Christmas people
we pray
Amen
Jesus I wonder,
if when you said Feed my sheep.
Not one or two,
but three times,
if it was because you were hard to hear….
Or if the disciples thought they misheard you?
Or if you heard the murmurs of arguments…
What if they are drunks (alcoholics, addicts)?
Or sinners?
Or demon plagued?
Or diseased?
Or lame?
Did you take a deep breath, Lord?
And close your eyes and gather your patience,
and lower your voice to the teaching whisper–
and say Feed My Sheep again
with a little bit of frustration creeping in.
And then did you finish
with huge compassion and love
overwhelming the words,
so that the disciples could not help but
feel overwhelmed with the call to action?
Feed my Sheep.
God, may we hear the request…
the call…
the mandate today…
this is my prayer.
Amen.
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