America the Colorful

A July 4th prayer

The purple mountain majesties
and snow-white Mt. Rainier
remind me of what’s grand to me and you.
There’s Red Rocks Park and Yellowstone.
Mt. Rushmore’s hills are black.
And add to that our flag’s red, white and blue.

America is colorful.
The beige and ebony
blend in with those whose skin is tan and brown.
The colors of the rainbow
form the spectrum of our land
that’s haloed by the gold of freedom’s crown.

God, bless America today
in all its many hues
and may the colors of our nation gleam
as ethnic groups of every kind
and landmarks near and far
become the focus of our leaders’ dreams.

A May Prayer

Do-able options for the coming month

May you discover in this month
that Easter’s not a day,
but rather it’s a way of life
by which faith learns to play!

May you experience the joy
just knowing Jesus lives!
May you not fear what’s still to come
but trust a God who gives.

May you determine to give thanks
for all that’s going right.
May you look past another’s wrong
so you’ll sleep well at night.

May you dust for God’s fingerprints
in all that springtime brings:
a flow’ring shrub, a fragrant rose,
the tune a songbird sings.

May you decide to make a friend
of someone you don’t know.
May you mend frayed relationships
although you cannot sew.

May you delight in getting fit
by walking every day.
May you eat what is good for you
and chart how much you weigh.

May you take time to talk to God
and then to contemplate
the ways the Lord has answered prayer
with “Yes” and “No” and “Wait!”

May you begin each day this month
by reading from God’s Word
and listening expectantly
for what the ancients heard.

May you unwrap each day as if
the present is a gift.
And may God’s presence grant you peace
and give your soul a lift.

Haunted by the Headlines

A post-Easter prayer

A jet goes down. A ferry sinks.
A semi hits a bus.
There’s a shooting at an Army base again.
A student stabs his classmates.
A landslide buries scores.
The headlines of the past month have been grim.

Their pain feels like Good Friday.
Why has God forsaken them?
The joy of Easter’s hidden in a tomb.
The fear of waiting nightmares
robs the weary of their sleep
as they brace to face the fiery breath of gloom.

Risen Christ, please hold the hurting
with Your wounded nail-pierced hands.
Having suffered, You can help the suffering.
May Your empathy and comfort
offer hope amid despair.
May Your presence prompt their broken hearts to sing.

A Prayer for Oso

Calling on the Creator for those impacted by the mudslide

O Lord, be near that little town
now buried underneath the ground.
They lift their eyes unto the hills.
Where will their help come from?

God, grant the grieving grace to trust
as searchers sift through mud and dust
while undermined by weather woes
and overwhelmed by time.

Assist those working ’round the clock
who dig through rubble, sand and rock
intent on finding those who died
who didn’t stand a chance.

Be near the families who now face
the dreaded news for which they’ve braced.
Give pastors who must speak for You
the words to ease their pain.

And for a stunned community
blindsided by this tragedy,
I pray that they will turn to You
acknowledging their loss.

Lord, have mercy!

A Christmas Prayer

Acknowledging the essence of this holy day

Almighty One,
we call You Emmanuel
(God-with-us)
because of this day.

On this magical morning
(and every Christmas morning)
we attempt to wrap our minds around a mystery
that exceeds our ability to fully understand.

You, who created the world,
visited our world as
One-with-us.
You, who made the Milky Way,
suckled human milk from a virgin’s breast.
You, who called the seven seas into existence,
cried salty tears in need of being comforted.
You, who rested on the seventh day of creation,
slept within a feeding trough filled with hay.

On this Christmas Day,
we recall the extraordinary strides You took
stepping across time and space
in order to experience life-with-us.
Laying aside Your glory,
You clothed Yourself in our skin exposing Yourself
to the sin of our making.

And after two-thousand years the sin of our making
continues to manifest itself all around us.
Having endured our human condition,
You ache with us, God.

But on those silent nights
when Your presence seems absence,
remind us that You personally relate to our plight
as we suffer in silence.

Admittedly, while we sing “Joy to the World,”
there is not much joy in our world.
Homelessness and hunger,
injustice and poverty,
abuse at home and war abroad
undermine our joy.

These chronic realities
prevent us from experiencing
the life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
our founding fathers pictured.

We deck the halls with boughs of holly,
but our hearts are draped in despair.
Unemployment is rampant.
Gun violence is unprecedented.
The political process is demoralizing.
Our personal and national debt is on the increase
while church attendance is in steady decline.

As much of our nation dreams of a White Christmas,
many of us are dreaming of a day
when the moral courage of a beloved black leader
would increasingly mark our lives.
Thank You for Nelson Mandela’s example of forgiveness,
his pursuit of justice and his championing of human rights.

Yes, today we mark the birthday of the Prince of Peace
even as the death of a peace-loving president
continues to occupy our attention.
The global grief surrounding Mandela’s passing
reminds us how a single life can alter the course of history.
Jesus did.

So did Moses,
Esther, Mohamed, Copernicus,
Luther, Lincoln, Gandhi,
Graham, King and Teresa.
And we can.

May we honor this day
with more than carol-singing,
over-eating or gift-giving.
May our presence in this world
be the gift that keeps on giving.
Amen.