God,
I’m tired
Of praying
For peace.
God,
I’m tired
Of praying.
God,
I’m tired.
God.
Amen.
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God,
I’m tired
Of praying
For peace.
God,
I’m tired
Of praying.
God,
I’m tired.
God.
Amen.
Feel free to use/adapt/share with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta
Blessed are the peacemakers
The ones who craft safety and sanctuary,
so that parents can read to children in their own beds at home,
instead of hiding in bunkers.
Blessed are the peacemakers, who stand up to bullies
for they value lives over money–
Flipping tables along the way…
and life over the color of ones skin or religion
knowing that God does not say “only let the white Christian people in”
But instead says “It is your job, always, without fail, to care for refugees, for you were once a refugee people.”
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they do not hide from conflict
but face it, head on, and name the injustices, in voices clear and strong.
God bless the makers of peace–who reach into their pockets
and pull together whatever bits and pieces they have on them,
and commit to make peace with whatever they have on them at the moment.
They are never silent in oppression,
They ask the right questions like “What happened here?” and “Let the one without sin throw the first stone?”
they never worry about inconveniences or being uncomfortable,
but choose to act out of the giving of their very selves–to make peace.
God bless the peace makers,
The rainbow promise keepers, the food-givers, the stranger welcomers, the least of these carers. God bless them, for theirs is the Kingdom.
And while you’re at it, God, help us to pay attention, so we too may be makers of peace we pray.
Amen.
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Ok God,
You know that sometimes,
Ok let’s be honest,
All too often,
My hands are outstretched!
Not because I’m throwing my hands up in praise
but rather
because they feel WAY too empty.
And I can’t find a way to help–
So I pray.
So here I am Sweet Jesus,
In the middle of a veritable plague,
on the edge of what could be World War 3,
while dictators invade innocent nations,
while families are treatened to be ripped apart
for supporting and loving and affirming
your God imaged trans and lesbian and gay and nonbinary children
and black and brown people are still killed without warrant or warrants
and books are being banned and burned
and gun violence is up everywhere
and home prices are through the roof–
Is this how it felt Jesus, when you were born
in the middle of occupied Jerusalem
Is this how the disciples felt
when they asked you the same questions
over and over (and over) again.
Did you have compassion for them,
because you knew their questions were a form of prayer?
God why is this happening?
How do we stop it?
Why do we fall into these patterns of evil again and again.
Hosanna! Save us! Help us!
God, as we enter this lonely time time of Lent,
Help me to walk with you, I pray.
because, God knows,
You know,
I at least don’t want to walk it alone.
And so here I am,
with an empty handed prayer,
knowing that I’m asking for something to do
and what you ask will not be easy…
but I choose to pray anyway,
Because I don’t want to be empty handed anymore!
Lord hear my prayer,
Amen.
Amen.
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With thanks to @Thomaslhorrocks for the inspirational tweet