Mtr Taylor Devine

Dear Friend,

I came upon this poem this week and I think it invites us to name some of those places of grief and complicated emotions that we may living in the midst of right now. It reminds me of the times when a prayer uttered quickly as a "should" or an "oops I haven't prayed in a while" comes back to my ears as an invitation from God to tread deeper into the living water. The poem speaks of bold prayers, of fervent requests, and a remembrance of God's power. It speaks of being at our wits end and going beyond there to the center of our life in God. May it be an invitation into that deep silence and deep desire that is prayer.

In Christ,
Mtr Taylor

"The Giver of Bread and Fish" (Matthew 7:7-11)

We do 'thoughts and prayers' easily and glibly;
we do 'thoughts' without thinking;
we do "prayers' with out praying.
We commit that glib act
because it is what we know how to
do with an anemic god, or
because we are embarrassed to do more, or
because it is convenient and costs us nothing.
Now, however, we are driven to un-
thinkable thoughts, about
all that is ending, and
all this we have lost, and
all that leaves us with a sinking feeling.
Now, however, we are driven, some
of us, to unutterable prayers.
We are driven to such prayer
by awareness that our usual reliabilities are gone.
We are driven to you, the abiding God
when other helpers fail and comforts flee.
Thus we are bold to pray:
We are bold to ask, because it will be given!
So we pray for the end of the virus,
for the health of the neighborhood,
for recovery of the economy.
We are bold to seek, because you will be found!
We seek your mercy and your goodness
and your generosity,
so let yourself be found by us.
We are bold to knock, because it will be opened.
We know many doors slammed shut,
doors of health and safety and comfort and fun.
Open to us the door of life, and
love and peace and joy.
Here we are in your presence:
We ask for bread:
the bread of life,
the bread of abundance,
the bread of neighborly sharing.
Do not give us a stone or a crumb.
We ask for fish:
the fish of a good diet,
the fish of your abundant waters,
the fish that signs the gospel.
Do not give us a snake or the hiss of poison.
We dare to pray, not because we are at our wits end,
but because you are at the center of our life.
Our hope is in no other save in thee alone!
So hear, heal, save, restore!
Be the God you have promised to be.
Amen.

From "Virus as a Summons to Faith" by Walter Brueggemann