The fulcrum of the Earth tilts toward goodness and I will ride along…

Love holds all of you.

We are that, says a little acorn pointing toward an oak tree.

Hold us gently as we gather closer together, comforting each other, healing each other.

Help us feel at home with ourselves and with one another so there is no need to pretend.

we are here, and flowing, in and of, made of, because of You

I want to be shaped in a way that lets me serve the eternal.

I believe in your grace and protection and cannot imagine them slipping through the cracks.

The wilderness alongside every moment, sprawling in each direction, holds more than the silence that theologians imagine of God.

Every year, I tell the congregation not to worry about mistakes because there aren’t any; there is only us, telling an old story about love getting born into this aching world.

Perhaps for a moment the typewriters will stop clicking, the wheels stop rolling the computers desist from computing, and a hush will fall over the city....

I go for fierce landscapes every chance I get.

Spirit of Life On this night, may we bear witness to the guiding lights: the lights in the sky That call us to gather, and to give of ourselves To celebrate new life....

May we find the courage to revel in the experience of the mystery. May we approach the unknown with excitement (even if we can only muster a tiny bit). May we celebrate the curiosity that leads to searching. May we meet ourselves along the way and love us, unapologetically. Amen.

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It is my only memory of a lesson from Kindergarten Sunday School class. Maybe it’s the only one that counts.

This is a prayer for when words fail, for when they are not big enough or small enough to slip into the little cracks left in our hearts by life’s unbearable pressures....

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