We met again this Monday morning to pray. There are only a few of us, but we know our prayers are powerful. We began to gather when our sanctuary renovation began and I realized that ripping open the walls and storage areas of a building also rips the cover off everyone’s patience and reopens stories of old hurts and feelings which have been put away for years. How do we keep our vision of the new? How do we keep breathing when we can so easily feel threatened? It was time to let the Breath of God’s Spirit do it’s work.
And so we have gathered each Monday morning to lift our renovation in prayer. We ask for patience. We ask for peace. We ask for honest conflict to be dealt with in love instead of buried for the next generation to deal with. It often feels as if we can only glimpse what lies ahead; the promise toward which we have committed so many resources. How do we keep the vision when it is so hard to see clearly? This morning we remembered the prayer from the Hymnal’s Morning Prayer. It perfectly carried the precarious nature of the hopes we lift in prayer:
O God, you have called your servants to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown. Give us faith to go out with good courage. not knowing where we go, but only that your hand is leading us and your love supporting us; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
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