God and Oil

Oil boils from the earth into the sea,

Released by the hand of man.

God looks on

But does nothing or so it seems.

God looks on and weeps
For his creation.

So many gifts have been laid

At humankind's feet.

We squander them one by one.

We pollute the land we live on.

We pollute the air we breath.

We pollute the fresh waters.

Now the ocean fills with our mistake.

We cry to God for mercy.

The Almighty reminds us of his promise

Of Infinite Forgiveness.

The Prince of Peace reminds us that

He will be with us always 

Even to the end of the world.

The Comforter reminds us

He came to be with us,

Not to deliver us

From the consequences of our misdeeds.

Salvation there is,

But the scars we cause on others,

On this world,

Are not erased.

Forgive us.

Forgive.

Photo by NASA Goddard Photo and Video
Water is blue, Vegetation red, and Oil silver.

The Universe in Prayer

Creator of the Universe

Who dwells beyond space and time,

We thank you for our small world

And the magnificence of the heavens.

As we regard the universe beyond our Milky Way,

Let us realize your power stretches to infinity,

And that our obedience is echoed on other worlds.

Sustain us as we strive to understand what you spoke into existence.

Forgive us when we believe we are your only creation

As we forgive those who do not believe in you.

Let us see that we cannot be alone in an infinite existence.

Protect us from our own hubris.

Let us understand how infinitesimal we are

And how much we need your protection.

For you are the same to all

Wherever in this universe they dwell.

Always,

Creator, Word and Love.

Not the Missing Day

Jesus is dead.
That is what his disciples believe.
On this day,
The apostles are absent from the gospels
This missing day.
Their world is ashes.
Their grief is immense.
They fear for their lives.
They hide in the upper room.
Only the women dare to go out.
Jerusalem is strangely quiescent.

Pilate places a guard by the tomb.

This day the body lies undisturbed.
Tomorrow the disciples' world will come alive
But not today.
We must remember that missing day
When sorrow fills us,
When we are afraid,
When we hide from the world.
Those that knew our Savior best
Did not escape their human frailty,
Neither can we.
We know that with the morrow
Came relief and jubilation.
We have the risen Christ
Not the missing day.

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Good Friday

Why is it called Good Friday?

I have heard many answers.

None satisfy.

The man that so many believe to be God

Died on this Friday

Almost two thousand years ago.

Fully God.

Fully human.

So human that he died quickly

After a beating that

Sent his body into collapse.

We recoil in horror

At his death

And think it took so long.

Six hours.

Most crucified took days to die.

Fully God

Who had never known death.

All his creation past had drunk of that cup,

But he had not.

God died that day.

At least as much of God

As could exist in human form.

Laid in a tomb.

All creation waited.

For?

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Three Years

Jerusalem, City of Faiths.

Three great religions

Honor your streets.

After three years of ministry,

Jesus chose to come

To Jerusalem

Where he knew death waited.

Why?

We can only speculate.

To atone?

To experience death?

To fulfill prophecy?

To teach us

What?
We know with certainty
The choice was his.
We know with certainty
He knew what was to come.

When we follow Christ,
We must not turn from
The challenges of life
Nor ignore the death
That always lurks in our future.
His example leads us forward
Through life and beyond.

Photo by Or Hittch

Palm Sunday 2010

Palm Sunday comes in March this year.

The green of new life comes in March.

Just as God came as a new life

To a world in need of love.

In churches children carry palm fronds

In memory of Jesus' triumphal entry into Jerusalem. 

Palm leaves and cloaks were spread on the ground for him.

Hallelujahs filled the air.

In one week, Christ would 

Be arrested,

Condemned

By both Roman and Pharisee,

Crucified,

His body placed in a tomb,

And

Resurrected.

Did he know what was to come?

I think he did.

And still he came to Jerusalem.

Prayer for Trust

Creator who is the feminine and the masculine,

We know you encompass all.

Your victory comes on the wings of angels

And in the hands of humanity

In the choice to obey you.

Give us nourishment for our bodies

And love for our souls.

Forgive us when we do not trust you

As we forgive those who betray our trust in them.

Do not take your presence from us.

Let us always know the Comforter is near.

Keep us safe from the darkness in our souls,

From unbelief and pride.

Time and space are one to you.

You are beginning and end

Outside of Time.

Photo by Delphine
Original by Kitina Celt

Winter Prayer

The Light that shines on our souls,

Holy are the words of your identity.

Let darkness be banished.

Let your radiance fill us

As it does the halls of eternity.

Warm us with the fresh bread of life.

Push away the icy drifts of sin

As we clear the cold of hatred

From our hearts.

Keep us off the frozen lake of greed

Lest we skate onto the thin ice of indulgence

And fall into the everlasting cold.

Wrap us in your love

To protect us from the blizzard of

Selfishness and uncaring.

For you are the sun of eternity.

Photo by ell brown

Warm My Soul

Winter's cold embraces us.

I long for summer's warmth.

Snow buries our capitol.

The halls of power echo with silence.

My heart is chilled by discord.

I long for us to be indivisible.
I will turn my face toward you, Lord,
And feel your warmth in my soul.
I pray that others may know your tenderness,
Your lovingkindness.
When the north wind howls,
The words of the psalmist come to me:
"He spreads the snow like wool
and scatters the frost like ashes.
He hurls down his hail like pebbles,
Who can withstand his icy blast?
He sends his word and melts them;
He stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow."
Let your Word reach our souls
And melt our frozen hearts

So that we be one nation

No matter what we name you.

.

Photo by Mike Licht, NotionsCapital.com 

Yesterday's Prayer

Tomorrow comes too soon.

Hope leaves with the deeds

Of fellow Christians.

Believe as they do

Or be lost.

Excluded from fellowship

Where do you turn?

To you, Lord,

To you I turn.

Your words come to me.

Believe in me

And follow my commands:

Love God.

Love your neighbor as yourself.

So simple,

Yet so difficult.

How do I love those that hurt me?

Those that would rather see me dead

Than help me.

Pray for them I must.

Pray for the best for them.

Pray for them for my sake

As well as theirs.

Once I was so secure

In health, wealth and hope.

Now, all is ashes.

Once I knew you were there.

Now, I know you

Still wrap me in your love

But feel nothing.

Once I worked to start

A grace church,

A church that embraces thousands.

Now grace is wounded

By a few.

Help me to make the correct choice, Lord.

Do I step away from pain?

Do I step away from this church?

Will I walk a new path?

Will I find grace in another church?

I need you guidance, God.

Lead me back to yesterday's love.

Photo by mindfulness

Prayer for Haiti

God, I know that you are everywhere

And I worship you.

Yet my heart cries out

Because of the suffering of

The people of Haiti.

Why, Lord?

I do not hear your answer.

I turn to the Bible.

Jesus says death does not come from sin

When buildings fall and kill.

But Jesus does not tell us why
Buildings fall.

Do you refuse to answer, God?

Is your answer the one you gave to Job

When you showed your majesty and power?

Is the answer beyond our comprehension?

Some say

If we are to have free will

This universe must be as it is

With suffering and death.

I do not know.

Lord, give me understanding.

Wrap your love around the suffering

In Haiti.

Ease their pain and

Give them solace.

Let them know you are there.

That is your promise:

"I am with you always."

The Comforter walks among

The ruins in Haiti

Just as the Spirit stood by
Christ on the Cross.

Let all of Haiti

Know the Counselor

As he holds each person close,

Dead to us or alive to us

But all alive to God.

Photo by United Nations Development Programme

Prayer for Understanding

Our Comforter who walks with us,

Thank you for your presence.

Let the love of God spread

Everywhere on this terrestrial ball
Just as love binds Creator and Word
To pervade heaven.

Give us knowledge and hope

To carry us through each day.

Forgive our frailties

And let us understand the frailties of others

So that we may forgive.

Let us understand why

We encounter trials that tear our souls

So that we may surmount them.

Protect us from ourselves.

For you are love incarnate

And the underpinning of existence.

Photo by linh.ngan

The Sisters

Mary sat at Christ's feet

To learn from the Master

Just as the apostles did.

Martha, her sister, chose to serve,

To fulfill the obligation of hospitality.

She sought Mary's help

By appealing to Jesus

To banish Mary to the kitchen.

Jesus rebuke is clear:

Mary's choice to seek knowledge

Is blessed.

Too many churches only speak of Martha,

Consigning women to lesser roles.

Mary sat with the apostles.

Mary learned with the apostles.

Jesus wanted her there

To understand and then to teach.
Time to heed Jesus

In all denominations.
"Mary has chosen that good part,

Which shall not be taken away from her."
Women deserve to stand with men

In the service of the Lord.

 Photo by aflcio2008

Alone in a New Decade

A new year has come
And a new decade.
I am alone.
I fight depression.
My mind knows that
The Comforter is with me.
My heart wishes that
I could feel God's presence.
My soul cries out in despair.
We know that even
Mother Teresa
Missed God.
Why do those that believe
Lose the sense of that
All encompassing love?
Perhaps because we are human,
Perhaps we cannot hold that love too long.
What is the answer?
Jesus, too, lost that sense of love
On the cross.
"My God, my God,
Why hast thou forsaken me?"
He cried.
God's answer was the Resurrection.
Let me remember this life
Is not the end.

Photo by jamsjoys

God Defines Himself

Does God define himself?
Yes.
"What is your name?"
Moses asks God.
"And God said unto Moses,
"I AM THAT I AM."

"In the beginning was the Word,

And the Word was with God,

And the Word was God."

"And the Word was made flesh,

And dwelt among us..."

So John defines Jesus
As the Word.
God, the great "I AM,"

Speaks creation into existence.
"And God said, Let there be light:
And there was light."
Through speech God acts.

God in action is the Word.

Christ is God in action.

Between "I AM" and the Word

Is Love,
The Holy Spirit,
Uniting Divinity in One.

God is Three in One.
God defines himself:

I AM Love in Action.

Photo by lepiaf.geo

New Year's Eve Resolutions

"Finally, brethren, what ever things are true,

Whatever things are honest,

Whatever things are just,

Whatever things are pure,

Whatever things are lovely,

Whatever things are of good report:

If there be virtue, and if there be any praise,

Think on these things."

These words of Paul

Form ready-made
New Year's Resolutions.

I will refuse to

Listen to hatred,

View the vile or

Contemplate evil.

I resolve to cleanse my mind

By focusing on the

Honest,

Just,

Pure, and

Lovely.

Photo by emilianohorcada

Prayer for 2010

Daddy, who lives beyond our senses,
Your name makes us shiver
In happiness and awe.
Make 2010 the completion of time.
Let us know and do your will
As those that have joined you
Know and do.
Forgive our missteps and stumbles
As we forgive those
That stand in our way.
Keep the candy of life out of sight,
Carry us over the obstacles
That would make us fall.
For you are time and space
And love eternal.
Make this year ahead one where
We know that you hold us close
And wrap us in your love.

Photo by Mel B.

Happy Birthday!

We have much to thank God for:

For a baby born some two thousand years ago,
For the man that baby became,
For the teachings of the Son of Man,
For his sacrifice on the cross,
For the resurrection,
For the Comforter that dwells with us.
Thanks, too, for the food, family and fellowship
We will share this day.
Christmas can be summed in three words:
Happy Birthday Jesus.

Photo by Ardyiii

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve has arrived
With blustery winds
And driving cold.
Not the season of
Our savior's birth
But the time of our celebration.
Shepherds were in the hills
With their flocks;
The night breezes were warm
When Jesus was born.
Spring,
His time of birth,
His time of death.
Better to celebrate with joy
And anticipation in winter's chill,
Than obscure the Easter message.
Shepherds.
Flocks.
Lambs.
The Lamb of God is come.

Photo by nz willowherb

The Advent God is Brown

Kittens tumble under the Christmas tree,
Black, white, gray or orange
Born to a calico mother.
Cats see no difference because of hue.
Why are we not more like these furry creatures
And see only the humanness of others
Not the skin tint passed by generations?
What color were you, Lord?
Not the pale hue of northern climes.
In a land scorched by the sun
You were neither white nor black.
We cannot choose the color of our skin,
But you could.
Why do we forget?

Photo by adrigu