A Morning Prayer-

 

To the God worthy of our praise, we pray:

 

Some of us worship in cathedrals and chapels; some in stadiums and store fronts

so that the songs of the ages wrap around us; the prayers of the saints encourage.

There are those among us who worship alone.

A holy book lies open but is not being read.

It is reading us.  Page by page it is opening us.

 

Others worship under stars or skies of blue;

they find the God who gives life where creation thrives and sings and calls;

Where rivers run in a race with the wind; and the earth is full of chatter

like children laughing in a park.

We know You are with us. 

 

 

You are with us now.

 

 

 

Though we worship differently,

today we are in one place, a people who honor You in many ways,

You are the God who inhabits the praises of your people.

Every kind of praise.

As Jesus walked among us, seeing the crowds, his heart was ruptured by their need.

And so he made blind eyes see and ears to hear and legs to walk again.

And by this we learned that if God comes near, ever present, leaning in to hear the resounding praise,

then God sees us; sees the crowd.

And has compassion on us.

 

And maybe that is all that is needed:

To praise the God worthy of our praise.

To trust that when God comes near, Holy Love will flow

like a river running from the broken heart of the One who loves us best.

And we, too, will be made whole.

May it be so.

Amen.