Author: ppadmin

As we enter this new millennium
we reaffirm our abiding conviction
     that the God of Scripture manifests
     special concern for the cries of the poor:

Of the marginalized, the outcast, indeed
all who have no access to the table.
     We also believe that if the people
     of God are to be faithful to our calling

We will locate ourselves in compassionate proximity
     to those whose lives are battered, bruised and broken.

In the Eastern Orthodox tradition, the season of Lent is described as a “bright sadness.”

In the sadness that surrounds our lives, our community, our world, we give thanks, nevertheless. More is at work than we can see.

Lent is a time for clearing and cleansing. Dustballs happen.

O Breath of Heaven and Earth’s Delight, to your shelter we flee from enmity’s fright.

Incline your ear to each whimpering voice collapsed by the weight of earth-splitting fear.

O Rock of Ages, refuge of sages, deflect every threat of sin-soaked rages.

Jump for joy, oh people! For amid the screaming commercials and blithering campaign ads, the Redeemer has heard our aching voice.

God hears! God knows! This is our assurance against all blistering deceit.

When misery and madness encompassed me, when anguish threatened to undo me, when heartache split my soul, I uttered my cry to any who would hear.

In every age frenzied and fretful people align themselves against the Sovereign’s provision, flailing in fear, terror-tempted, hoarding-handed, proclaiming my life is my own and none have a claim, on earth or in heaven.

Grant, O God, in such an age, that your servants will not cower in the face of such threats, but announce Heaven’s hospitable terms for earth’s healing and wholeness.

O Holy Spirit, bold and unbounded, marking Messiah and every messenger of redemption, work again your signs and wonders amid this circle of mercy.

Happy are you who do not heed the advice of evil ones, or take the path of deceivers, or sit in the chambers of the haughty.

But our delight is in the Way of Life; we labor along its path by day and we are wrapped in its protection by night.

Because of this, you are like trees planted by fresh streams of water, yielding your fruit in season, holding your leaves without fail. Your future is assured.

Thus sayeth the Spirit, through the Apostle’s letter
to the church in Rome:

I appeal to you, beloveds, by the tender intention of
     heaven’s Delight,
let your spiritual response put your bodies in gear.

I’ve had enough—thank you very much—of your
     groveling prayers,
your profit-minded flattery, and every pissy-pious
           haggling for divine favor.

Throw off the covers of earth’s darkened slumber! Unplug your ears, you creatures of flesh! From deepest sigh of tear-stained eye, set your sight on Heaven’s resolve.

For the sky’s bright luster, alive with motion, shows the wonder of Blessed intention.

The Word—shorn of words—springs from every nick and cranny. By night and by day the silent sound of Wonder drenches every listening ear.

Women: How can we thank God enough for you, in return for all the joy we feel because of your presence in our lives?

Men: Night and day we pray earnestly that your face will never depart from our memory.

Women: So now may the One Who showers our lives with goodness and mercy be present with you even in our parting.

Reader 1: One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, at three o’clock in the afternoon. And a man lame from birth was being carried in.

Reader 2: Pay attention!

Congregation: PAY ATTENTION!