Wednesday Morning Prayer During Lent

Join me for a short morning prayer service each Wednesday during Lent. Beginning on Ash Wednesday, March 6, 9:00 a.m. (CST) and continuing on Wednesdays through Holy Week, we will meet online for 15 minutes to pray together.

All are welcome.

We will be meeting through Zoom, a video and audio platform that you can use on your computer, your iPhone or iPad, or by calling in on your telephone.

Join Zoom Meeting: https://zoom.us/j/191740575

Dates:
Mar 6, 2019 9:00 AM (CST)
Mar 13, 2019 9:00 AM (CDT)
Mar 20, 2019 9:00 AM (CDT)
Mar 27, 2019 9:00 AM (CDT)
Apr 3, 2019 9:00 AM (CDT)
Apr 10, 2019 9:00 AM (CDT)
Apr 17, 2019 9:00 AM (CDT)

Time Zones:
10:00 a.m. Eastern time
9:00 am. Central time
8:00 a.m. Mountain time
7:00 a.m. Pacific time

Instructions for Using Zoom:

Learn how to join a zoom meeting on your PC or Mac. https://support.zoom.us/hc/en-us/articles/201362193-How-Do-I-Join-A-Meeting-

Learn how to join a zoom meeting on your iPhone or iPad. https://support.zoom.us/hc/en-us/articles/201362993-Getting-Started-with-iOS

I Hear the Sound of Breaking Hearts

I hear the sound of breaking hearts.

Tender, young hearts, open and hopeful,
Facing betrayal from the church which formed them.

Scarred, resilient, older hearts,
Once-healed wounds torn open by hatred and prejudice.

I know the pain of a breaking heart.
The shock, the sadness,
The emptiness that has no end.

Beloveds,
You are held,
You are loved.

Your wounds are tended
By the One who knew you before you were imagined,
The One who whispers,
“I created you,
And I love you
Just the way you are.”

Henri Nouwen said it this way:

Long before your father, your mother, your brother, your sister, your school, your church touched you, loved you, and wounded you — long before that you were held safe in an eternal embrace.
—Henri J. M. Nouwen
Our First Love

In a Foreign Land

 
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By the rivers of Babylon —
there we sat down and there we wept
when we remembered Zion.

On the willows there
we hung up our harps.

For there our captors
 asked us for songs,
and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How could we sing the Lord’s song
 in a foreign land?

-Psalm 137:1-4, NRSV

These days
I feel
I am in exile
In my own land

I am silent
Unable to sing
The songs of the Holy One
The songs of my heart

I feel like a stranger
In this foreign land
I thought I knew

How can I sing
When churches
Vote on the worth of God’s beloved

When xenophobia
And misogyny
Have taken up residence
In the seats of power

When hate
Walks proudly down the street
In the light of day

How can I sing
The Lord’s song
In this foreign land?

#strangerinmyownland