Thursday, March 23, 2017


Exodus 6:5-8

Lord, I have lived under burdens,
making bricks without straw, taking on
impossible tasks, struggling under demands
too great for me. I have forgotten
who I am,
who you created me to be, falling
instead into a shape ill-fitting my soul.
I have not lived as your chosen,
but have chosen instead to enslave myself
to an image not mine to live.
You saw my predicament.
You heard the cry of my soul, even before
I was aware that my soul was crying.
You delivered me with signs and wonders,
feeding my starved soul with love, with community,
with your presence and peace.
My soul is taking the shape of your chosen, the shape
you dreamed for it.
Who I am is seen and known and I am learning to listen
to my soul’s whispered truth.
Your faith in me is making me well.
I live to sing your praise with my life!

Wednesday, March 22, 2017


Psalm 22

My God, my God
have you left us all alone?
have you turned away from our anguish?
Do you not see what is happening?
Snarling dogs pounce on the weak—
besting the aged for food,
tearing families apart,
trampling the gentle,
attacking the poor.
When they lose a crumb from their enormous loaf
the rich blame the hungry for their “loss.”
They trust might and weapons, feeding on these
until they are glutted,
while compassion and mercy fade into oblivion.

But the new day reminds me that you are constant.
You have not abandoned us. It is we
who have abandoned you, trusting in wealth and weapons,
in power and possessions, and not in your ways,
which work like yeast, steady, unseen.

Expand our hope, grow our compassion,
crowd out our fear, fill us with love
until we sing praise,
until our lives ring true,
until we resist evil.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Song of Praise

Revelation 4:1-11

Holy, holy, holy!
Creator God, you are holy!
In the orange fire of sunset,
in the vivid pink of sunrise,
in the indescribable blue of spring sky,
your glory bursts forth.

Holy, holy, holy!
Christ Jesus, you are holy!
In you, we see God’s heart for us—
love we cannot fathom,
patience filled with grace,
forgiveness that bids us live with joy.

Holy, holy, holy!
Spirit, you are holy!
In the stillness of early morning,
in the silence of a chapel,
in laughter, tears and love of community,
your presence is palpable.

Holy, holy, holy!
Wrapped in Trinity’s holiness
may we too be holy,
lifted by love to deep devotion,
challenged by grace to grow in grace,
filled with joy irrepressible.

Holy, holy, holy!

Monday, March 20, 2017

First Day of Spring

1 Thessalonians 5:12-14

In the birds’ songs your Spirit sings
friendlying this dark before dawn.
Today the equinox! And now the light
outlasts the night. All leans toward light,
toward spring, toward life.
My soul too bends toward light,
dainty as a dandelion seed,
sturdy as an oak. The Spirit lifts
and awakens me as its feathered chorus
sings this day into being. A new day,
a new season, a new opening to grow in God.

Saturday, March 18, 2017


Hosea 6:1-3

Some crave travel, their attention given
to planning trips to myriad destinations.
Some follow their palates—exploring the endless varieties
of foods and flavors.
Some collect, studying, scouring to find the next piece
of their growing assemblage of dolls,
wines, coins, cars or antiques.
Others devote themselves to stopping the aging process
through exercise, treatments and diet.
Let my hunger be for this:
to press on to know the Lord,
who is infinitely unknowable,
always surprising, ever revealing,
as close as my breath,
as vast as the cosmos.
Let my life be given to the
presence and pursuit of God.

Friday, March 17, 2017


Isaiah 41:10

When all seemed hopeless,
when the path I envisaged washed out before me,
through days of distress and nights of sleeplessness and tears,
when I was exiled from what had been my life,
even then, when it was so dark that I could not feel your comfort
I knew you were with me.

As I lay at the bottom of the pit,
my identity smashed, feeling worthless
and very small,
you sent an angel, and another
and in the dark depths they pieced together
my shattered self, slowly.
It took months, but more angels came. They
knitted my broken self together,
each working a different way, but all
from you and for me.
Freed from that dark pit, I live.
I live!

God of the broken, you have strengthened me,
you have helped me,
you have held me with
your righteous strong hand.
I am loved.
I am yours.
I am grateful.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Bless the Lord

Psalm 78:1-4, 52-55

Bless the Lord, O my soul
for God, the faithful
does not leave me alone,
but is always with me
through storms and sunshine.

Bless the Lord, O my soul
for God, the nurturer
led me through my darkest hour
so I could endure my trial
and emerge with stronger faith and love.

Bless the Lord, O my soul
for God, my advocate,
who knows the truth of who I am,
and surrounds me with friends who know this truth
so I can claim it for myself.

Bless the Lord, O my soul
for God, the merciful,
who does not hold my failures against me,
whose memory of my sin is short
and whose love is long and generous.

Bless the Lord, O my soul
for God, the playful,
who fills my life with laughter,
who revels in relationships
of mutuality and depth.

Bless the Lord, O my soul
for God, the creator
of coffee, chocolate and wine,
of sunrises, oaks and sparrows,
of color, music and mountains.

Bless the Lord, O my soul!