In Praise of the Thread

Holy God,
when I am holding on by a thread,
buffeted by gale winds,
anxious and overwhelmed,
teach me to praise the thread.
Show me the thread is your gift,
a connection of love and hope,
delicate as your tender mercy,
strong as your unquenchable grace.
In the thread, may I know
I am still with you.

And once I have learned to praise,
teach me to weave in and out
with the people you surround me with
until all the disparate threads
that connect us to you
twine together into cords of your love,
ropes to rescue us,
nets to hold us safe.
Threads of connection,
to weave the fabric of a new world.

But for now, while I hang here,
all I ask is that you help me
learn to praise the thread.

Amen.

A Prayer for the Empty Chairs (Thanksgiving in a Pandemic)

Eternal God,
we come to you in prayer today
over the empty chairs.

We pray with longing
for the friends and family
who cannot come to the table today
and while we give thanks
for Zoom and text and phones
it's not the same
as passing the rolls
and hugging them tight.

We pray with grief
for the chairs that will not be filled
when this pandemic is over.
We pray for all whom we have lost,
250,000 loved ones in this country,
and over a million worldwide.
We rage and cry at the unfairness of it all.
We stare at empty chairs,
and wonder where you are.

Remind us, Lord,
that you are in the empty chairs,
sitting with us in our loneliness,
our grief, and our exhaustion.
Remind us that you laugh at our jokes,
and like our cooking even when it's burned.
Remind us that you are with us
even now, even today,
pouring as much love and strength into us
as we can consume.
You fill our empty chairs,
and you fill our empty hearts.
So, holding onto gratitude with our fingernails,
we give you thanks,
and thanks, and thanks.
Amen.

An Ode to the Pandemic Pastor

You never expected this.
You never expected to be an epidemiologist, televangelist, 
crisis counselor, and innovation architect all rolled into one.
Yet you've piled all those hats on your head,
washed your hands and masked your face,
and sallied forth into God's hurting world.

Well done, good and faithful servant.

You never expected this.
You never expected to close your sanctuary doors, 
and learn how to edit videos, 
and keep your distance from those who mourn.
Yet you've still shown up, on screen 
and by phone and in words of comfort,
and been there for your hurting people.

Well done, good and faithful servant.

You never expected this.
You never expected to lay awake every night,
weighing worship as a matter of life and death,
hoping  your people will remember your love,
wondering how many tears 
the fabric of your own faith can sustain.
Yet still you've prayed, and you've believed, 
and you've been the goodness of God for others.

Well done, good and faithful servant.

You never expected this.
Yet you were created for this.
To hold the flame of faith
in the raging storm.

Well done, good and faithful pastor.
Well done.

Back to School Prayer (in a Pandemic)

Jesus, our friend,
we are going back to school
but not like we remember.
We are full of feelings—mad, worried, scared, confused.
We don’t know what will happen.
We don’t know how to do this.
 
So remind us that you are with us every day,
with us whether we are in a school building or at home,
with us as we study, as we read, as we solve problems,
with us when our teachers are far away,
with us when our parents are having to fill in,
with us when we’re having fun,
and with us when we’re not.
 
Help us to be open to whatever this year will bring,
and to be extra kind to our teachers, our classmates,
our siblings, our parents and caretakers, and ourselves,
because this is hard for everyone.
But you have given us the strength to love and to be kind
so we will try our best.
 
And when things get crazy, and it all seems too much,
help us to simply sit and be still
and know that you are God. Amen.

A Prayer for Impossible Choices

God, we scream to you
"we can't do this!"
All the pieces won't fit,
no matter how many times
we run through the questions.
Nothing is good.
Nothing is what we want.

We're stuck between impossible choices,
and we wonder what happened to the God
through whom all things were supposed to be possible.

"I'm here," you whisper.
"And I'm still making things possible.
Creativity and love,
perseverance and fortitude,
peace that passes understanding.
It's all still possible.
Hard. But possible."

And so we draw near to you,
God of all possibilities,
as we juggle impossible choices,
and ask that you would draw the good
out of what seems abysmal.
Draw the good out of us,
and remind us that though the path is hard,
we never walk alone. Amen.

A Blessing for the Masks

Great Physician, Giver of All Life,
may this mask I wear show your true face:
a face of mercy and compassion
a face that loves others above myself
a face that protects the vulnerable and weak.

As I wear this mask, save and protect me
from danger that may come my way.
As I wear this mask, save and protect others
from danger I may send their way,
even without meaning to.

As once you hid your face from Moses,
in order to reveal the glory of your presence,
teach us to hide our outward faces,
to reveal our inward love for the world,
and the glory of your presence in us. Amen.

Breathe: A Prayer for Church Leaders on the Sunday after Easter

When Jesus returned
to that dark and locked room
where the disciples huddled in fear
he demanded no apologies,
no account of ministry tasks performed in his absence,
no statistics of new disciples engaged,
but simply spoke peace, and breathed his Spirit.

As we sit in our locked rooms,
or stream from empty sanctuaries, 
give us again the gift of your peace,
not as reward for services rendered,
but a free gift of grace
simply because we are yours
and always have been.

Give us breath in these exhausting days,
your new life to carry us through
until it is time to go forth again.
But for now, let us simply sit with you,
and breathe in your Spirit. 

An Exam Week Prayer

Jesus, Rabbi, Teacher,
we pray for disciples,
learners of all kinds.

We pray for those who study,
write, create, experiment, research. 

We pray for those who face
an uncertain future. 

Remind our students that they are 
fearfully and wonderfully made,
worthy in your eyes beyond any test score,
diploma, achievement, or award.

Give them strength and perseverance,
discernment, guidance, and rest. 
Help them to do the most beautiful that is in them,
and to give the rest into your waiting hands. 

We pray in your most holy name. Amen. 

A September 11th Prayer

Nail-Scarred Christ,
we lift into your heart this day
the scars we have bourne
for long years now.
We lift to you the grieving, still.
We lift to you the wounded, still.
We lift to you the frightened, still.
We lift to you those who work for healing, still.
We lift to you those who burn for vengeance, still.
We lift to you those who are persecuted, still.
We lift to you all who need a Lord
who knows the pain of violence,
wears the scars of trauma,
and promises resurrection.
On this day, hold them close.
Amen.

A Prayer for the Solar Eclipse

Creator God, we thank you 
for stars and sun and moon,
the heavens you wove together
and set dancing.

We thank you for scientists and teachers,
those who stand in the gap
between your mystery and our minds
who help us know more fully
what you have done.

We thank you for the gift of wonder,
for marvels to shake us from complaceny,
for curiosity that brings us together.

Remind us that the darkness is as light to you,
and that you have created us as your miracles too.
Help us to look on those around us 
with the same joy and wonder.

All glory, praise, and honor to you, 
now and forever. Amen.