Help us confront all fear and hate and lust for power
that separate.
When chasms widen, storms arise, O Holy Spirit, make us
wise.
Let our resolve, like steel, be strong to stand with
those who suffer wrong.
---Ruth Duck, 1991
I confess today. I
have been small, and I have limited my idea of God to smallness. I have hated
those who were other, and feared those I hated…or did it work the
other way around? I don’t want power in my
own hands, that is too heavy a thing; I just want things to work the right way,
my way. I confess this yearning
for a finger in the pot.
My God, I pray for the things that separate me from serving
and standing resolutely with those who suffer to yield to wisdom from you. I
pray for the fears and doubts that keep me shackled when I should be about
kingdom business to yield to the floods of your hope and healing love.
And I believe. I
believe that at your table, transformation is an everyday miracle, and grace is
served at every meal. We may come to the table as strangers, lonely and weak
and worn, but we leave as friends, strengthened for the challenges of building
family and standing with each other.
I confess. And I believe.
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