God of love, thank you for marriage
and the way love’s face
changes with time.
Thank you for love’s beginning;
the tidal pull that draws together
as sure as sea and shore,
the beauty of that meeting,
its strength and intense fragility,
sweet as an apple blossom
pale in the moonlight….
Today we pray for the sorely tempted.
When the body aches for one thing alone
when the mind longs for one thing alone
when the spirit knows one thing alone
when we are on autopilot for disaster
lined up for the sweet siren rocks–
your voice in our headsets
calm and firm:
“Alter course. Pull up. Engage.”
You lift our glazed eyes to a distant horizon
and talk us through to a different landing.
We step on solid ground, shaking,
God, hear these sixteen prayers
that I am praying for sixteen good reasons.
I’ve loved her sixteen years,
protected and nurtured her each and every day.
Sixteen birthdays she’s made wishes
on cakes baked by my hands.
Sixteen years of trying to give good advice
and about a million “Be carefuls.”
And now, at this age of sixteen
when all the world is coming up roses,
my prayer for her is “Be yourself.”
On the other side of the mountaintop experience
on the day I lose my footing
on the quick way down
when nothing I grasp at holds
when all the world’s a blur
when all I can feel is this steep descent
here is where I need you most
here is when I call your name
here is where doubt and faith collide
can your hand stop
this quick slide
Bitterness, like some evil intravenous
drips into each day
from a clear bag of memories.
He said, she said,
he did, she did,
he was, she was.
Daily, nightly, a steady dose
poisoning the soul.
Too many times the body convulses
shaken with anger
racked with sorrow
God, you know I hold my family together:
balancing the needs of everyone,
the schedules of everyone,
the health of everyone,
juggling each ball with dexterity
and not dropping one, not one.
I give thanks for strength and stamina.
But there’s a haunting sense
that I’ve reached my limits
and that even this camel’s back
will not take one straw more.
One morning will I stand on the road
O God of ages,
be with me in my old age.
When death stares me in the face,
back me up.
When sickness diminishes my powers
and I become someone I don’t recognize,
know me through and through.
When my fears consume me,
be a steady centre.
Eternal God, lover of us all,
stay close to my side.
As you knit me together in my mother’s womb,
watch tenderly over this unravelling.
My self, loosed from independent living,
loosed from mobility,
We invested in goods to sell in the trade city of Jericho
and I walked the long journey with my loaded donkey.
I stopped that last night at an inn
poised on the edge of Jericho’s wilderness valley.
The neighbours at my table did not look promising;
holy men who carried scrolls not knives,
shabby companions on this last stretch
where you need someone who will stand firm beside you,
someone good for a fight.
That next morning I left the inn alone,
the dawn just crowning;
Money talks.
The money we give to you today
speaks of our identity as your children,
tells of our commitment to follow Jesus,
proclaims your Spirit’s generous presence here.
God of all good gifts,
hear our thankfulness in these offerings. Amen.
I am a Mennonite pastor currently teaching theology at Conrad Grebel University College in Waterloo, Ontario. I’ve served congregations in Ontario and most recently, Alberta.
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