awaiting re-creation - responsive prayers of the people

Eternal Spirit

Ground of our being

the Christ within


Leader: These are the words of our hearts.

Response: So may it be.
 

In this season of Advent

we look forward with anticipation and awe

to the child of promise

the birth of freedom

the incarnation among us of peace and goodwill.

 

We sometimes become heavy with the waiting.

Our back aches

our ankles swell

it is taking so long, this new creation.

 

Our belly is heavy

our heart burns

we grow weary with knowing that there is much to be done

labour to be undergone

before the commonwealth of peace and freedom is fully realised

in us, and in all people.

 

We give thanks that, in this special place

in each other’s company,

we can find courage and strength.

 

These are the words of our hearts.

So may it be.

In this Advent season

the metaphors can fall glibly from our tongues.

 

We can get caught up in the myth, the mystery, the story

and view that image of a newborn baby

as the fulfilment of our hopes

rather than the beginning

of a lifetime’s responsibility and care.

 

We give thanks that, in this special place,

in each other’s company,

we can find the strength to nurture,

the courage to love, and be loved.

 

These are the words of our hearts.

So may it be.

In this season of wonder and magic

this “family” time

we can so easily use familiar words and images

forgetting that for some of us

they may be symbols of pain, not joy.

 

May we be mindful of each other’s realities:

that we are not all parents;

that not all families are accepting of us, just as we are;

that some of us are separated from loved ones,

or alone in a world of couples, in this season of families;

that we don’t all relate to that image

of happy parents by a cradle

surrounded by presents and pets.

 

Yet we give thanks that, in this special place

in each other’s company,

we can find fulfilment and acceptance.

 

These are the words of our hearts.

So may it be.

In a week that has brought tragedy and loss

when to hear or read the news

reminds us, over and over again,

of our vulnerable humanity

of the violence so close beneath the skin

in this beautiful land,

 

We are aware that there is still

bullying and homophobia in our schools

families torn by violence we call “domestic”

prejudice against those we don’t understand.

 

In this year

of spectacular acts of terrorism and revenge

and unrecorded, smaller daily acts of discrimination and abuse

thoughtless words and actions

that cause pain to those we assume are invulnerable

 

We give thanks, that there are also stories of courage and love

if we look for them:

leaders and individuals in every sphere

who stand up for honesty, fairness and justice;

people in business and politics, workplaces, schools, communities

who demand and model ethical behaviour

who work by co-operation not conflict.

 

In this city where we work and live

there are daily acts of bravery, unselfishness and kindness

which give us hope

reminding us that the Kingdom of Heaven is here

in our hearts and actions.

 

We give thanks that, in this special place

in each other’s company,

the way of justice is one we walk together.

 

These are the words of our hearts.

So may it be.

In this season of Advent and wonder

We celebrate our covenant to be an inclusive church

 

We give thanks for these communities

we have created

We proudly fly our rainbow banners

and decorate our Christmas trees,

 

giving thanks that we are family

- extended, reconstituted, recreated -

that there is room for us here

in our diversity

and similarity.

 

 

These are the words of our hearts.

So may it be.

© Bronwyn Angela White (2001)—Wellington, New Zealand
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