Food for Thought-Common Prayer for Common Places Number 3

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place: a road sign

Amigo, compadre, my friend from Nazareth; I seem to be seeking direction. Which way do I go? What do these signs actually mean? What’s the best way for us to go in any direction, together? I will go toward you, away from you, forward, and backwards all at the same time. I will believe I’m doing your will. Somewhere along the way, maybe that will happen. Send some Amen my way.

Food for Thought-Common Prayer for Common Places

 

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Common Prayers for Common Places

Place: a ferry

We are on this boat, O God. The water around us is way cold. Divine creator bro, amigo, and compadre; I like the warm comfort of this lounge.  Be with us when we park tightly, breathe air rightly, and smell the sea air which moves us spritely. So, Amen me up some long term flotation love. On my best days, I’m sinking when I’m walking. You are the best.

Food for Thought-Morning Prayer for the 1st Friday in Advent

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As we enter the immeasurable beauty of this new day, we are reminded that you are doing something new in the world and in our lives. The prophets of old spoke about your love for, your faith in, and your readiness to make all things new. The undeniable reality of this moment is that your compassion and comfort have brought us into this newness. When we survey the changing landscapes of our souls; we see dramatic signs of you at work. The raised valleys, flattened mountains, and level ground of our lives do not pave the way for a greater sense of grief, sorrow, pain, and longing. No, they call out, God is doing something new; something far beyond our finite realities and expectations. We thank you today for the opportunity to embrace God’s newness as we journey towards Bethlehem. May the newness of God’s unfolding Kingdom take root and grow within our lives today.

In Jesus’ Name,
Amen

Food for Thought-Camus on Ocrcaoke

Albert Camus

Camus on Ocracoke

Camus is walking beside me,
but he says nothing,
he only looks toward the sea,
Albert mumbles these words,
“Qui se soucie aujourd’hui?”
“Today?” I say.
“Je pense”,
We stumble,
for meaning on the verge of Fall,
winter must come,
for people to crawl,
beneath the myths,
they think they sing,
to find the words,
in which they believe,
Summer isn’t a season,
that ever leaves,
it is an invincible place,
inside of the collective “we”,
a place to dwell,
ce n’est pas l’enfer
when the shops are bare,
our future sits not,
upon such silly cares.

–Richard Bryant