Food for Thought-Custer Isn’t Dead

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When George Custer was kicked out,
of the little Big Horn Band,
Sitting Bull found a new singer ,
to lead his Buffalo Jam,
the white man was all too eager,
to sing the Dakota blues,
with rhythms that never ran,
and harmonies blind men new,
Custer is not dead,
No,
he’s languishing in an interminable queue,
waiting to perform,
“The Bloodshed Blues”

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Bethlehem

Bethlehem Map

It is easy to miss on the map,
You can’t get there from here,
Except by the most difficult means,
The driver, the station, the car,
The journey, a slog, a crawl,
One interminable mental blur,
Easing in the approaching lights.
Questions are asked,
Papers shown,
Bribes paid,
No, these are not the Galileans,
The ones you seek,
They are not here.
There was no room,
As you may see,
They have moved,
Where animals sleep.
Surely, the sheer audacity,
Of unwashed love,
Grace made messy,
Undefined and unrestrained,
Is present,
In this hidden place.

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Breaking Point (A Prayer for the 2nd Week of Advent)

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Gracious God,
We are overwhelmed,
With lists demanding to be done,
Money to be spent when there is none,
Entertaining to be offered,
Parties to be attended,
Lights to be seen,
And we reach our breaking points,
The façade of celebration crumbles,
Music becomes noise,
Smiles become blank stares,
Wishes fade into early sunsets,
Grant us the grace,
Not to look beyond,
But into the world around us,
For within the mass of wrapping paper,
Cluttered rooms and never ending claims on our time,
The incarnation becomes a reality.
We are told to await a God who is with us,
Among us, and pitching a tent in our souls.
A God dwelling in the most unlikely of places and
redeeming the most unwilling of people,
People like us,
Breaking point people,
Who can no longer hide our brokenness
nor fix on our own what we’ve done and left undone.
Free of us of the limits we impose on your grace,
whether we are looking the mirror or across the street.

We wait in grace and peace. We release the lists so that we may better hold you close when you come, Blessed Infant,  God with us.

Amen

–Richard Bryant

Food for Thought-Prayer for the 2nd Week of Advent (inspired by Genesis 1)

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While the encircling arc of dawn
Calls across the sea,
and the forest leaves
succumb to the idea of light,
we form our prayers,
in subconscious slumber,
from mumbling words,
thoughts which need
no translation,
among the vastness,
and empty void
we make our lives.
May we join
the well-lit goodness,
of God’s re-creating,
and re-making,
to see the blessedness,
before our eyes.

Amen

–Richard Bryant