Oh, Blessed One, Beloved Abba, whose womb squeezed forth all that is, humus and human alike, animate and inanimate together, sun and moon and galaxies, without end.
Oh, Sweet Deliverer, fruit of Mary’s annunciation, troubler of worlds and troubadour of heaven’s fidelity
whose call to the table gathers the lame and binds every shame with the promise of feast
for the lost, for the least, for the last, and all willing to sing this insurrectionary song.
Oh, Wisdom of Days, breath of life in lungs of clay; pregnant promise to Sarai and Abram. Flaming visage to Moses, whisperer to prophets and confounder of priests. Answer to Hannah’s lament and Elizabeth’s regret. Read more ›
Invocation and thanksgiving
Create in me a clean heart, O God.
Mercy, mercy, have mercy on me.
In the measure of your abundant mercy, clear the debris from my life. Read more ›
The Prophet Joel foretold the day when the young shall see visions and the old will dream dreams. And the writer of Hebrews implored, “Do not lose heart, for you are surrounded by a cloud of witnesses.”
Come what may, come what may: we long for a summons that calls us by name.
Be careful what you ask for—these dreams and visions could get you in trouble.
Come what may, come what may: regardless the fortune, no matter the fame. Read more ›
All of you with voices, sing out! All who lack melodic
tongue, raise the roof with joyful noise! If you have
hands, clap them. Feet, tap them. Fingers, snap them.
Let even your eyelids blink out praise to the One whose
delight drenches earth and every creature.
When you’ve had your fill of huckster dreams and foolish
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And what do we mean when we speak of the Lordship of Christ? Is this to say that the Holy One is the ultimate author of vengeance and retribution? Of demeaning power and humiliation?
No, a thousand times, NO! The Lordship of Christ speaks of the coming end of all lording, of the day when the cords of subjugation will unravel.
Is the Abba of Jesus simply a cruel human father writ large and limitless? Does the Power of Heaven reside in threat against any who refuse to bend the knee? Is the Creator, finally, a terrorist?
No, a thousand times, NO! In Christ we gain bold access to that Power Whose pronouncement was that creation is good and Whose promise is that it will be so again. Read more ›
Thus says Yahweh, author and anchor of creation,
to the people of Promise whose memory has failed:
When you were but a babe, I cradled you. I swept you
into my arms and nestled you under my chin.
I suckled you and sang sweetly, cheek to cheek,
calming your restless hands and feet. Read more ›
To what wilderness have you strayed, oh people of the Way? To what distraction have you tuned your ears? Have you not heard? To what diversion have you loaned your eyes? Have you not seen? Oh people of Mercy:
Sing chords of comfort to worried minds, tender songs to wounded hearts. Raise a song of gladness!
The One who established the foundations of the earth has not abandoned. The One whose breast has nursed you has not forsaken. Oh people of Mercy:
Sing chords of comfort to worried minds, tender songs to wounded hearts. Raise a song of gladness! Read more ›
The Rock of the Righteous is our God:
Who marks the boundaries between justice and vengeance;
Who blazes the Way from enmity to peace;
Who causes the wicked to stumble in their folly Read more ›
By the Word of Truth we are nursed and nestled.
We are cradled, caressed, and sanctified.
But the Word of Truth is more than flapping
tongue, more than motoring mouth, more than
syllable after endless sentence designed to
deceive and disguise and delude. Read more ›
By pardon ruled, by praise renewed, let every mouth confess.
That Christ was raised and death subdued to heal, redeem and bless.
Oh happy day when hearts unfold to grace and mercy’s might.
No more can mortal grief constrain the realm of God’s delight. Read more ›