You are the God who makes all things new.
We gladly raise our voices and move our lips
to acknowledge,
celebrate, and proclaim
your
staggering newness.
As we do so, we hold in our hearts
deep awareness of
all the places where your newness
is
no visible, and
has
not come.
Our hearts link
to many places of wretchedness
short of your newness.
We picture our folks at home,
sick, in pain, disabled,
paralyzed
and no newness yet.
We know up close
the deep wretchedness
of poverty, of homelessness, of hunger
and no newness yet.
Move our hearts closer to the
passion of our lips.
Move our lips closer to your own
newness.
Work your newness in hidden,
cunning ways among us.
Move us closer to your bodied
newness in Jesus,
newness of strength come in weakness
newness of wisdom come in foolishness.
Draw us from the wretchedness we
know
to his scarred, bloody wretchedness
that is your odd entry of newness into
our life.
We pray in the name of his
suffering newness. Amen.
From the book Awed to Heaven, Rooted to Earth: Prayers by Walter Brueggemann
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