
A Prayer for Election Day
“Whoever we encounter
may we greet them in peace.
In all that we do and say
may all our actions point to the One who brings hope and healing for the world.”
“Whoever we encounter
may we greet them in peace.
In all that we do and say
may all our actions point to the One who brings hope and healing for the world.”
“Stay grounded: In a time where everything is “virtual” the pumpkins are very real. They are heavy and hard work to move. They have dirt from the fields clinging to them. They are things of substance and weight at a time when everything is in ‘the cloud.'”
“Saints of God, living clouds of witness
to our faith, intercede for us as we remember you!”
“An old friend once called this season “Hallowthankmas,” because the three holidays are somewhat run together like water spilled over damp watercolor paintings.”
“‘Don’t say that. We will have another presidential election in four years. Maybe not a woman, but you will know another president.’ This spoken to an octogenarian in fragile health. I could not tolerate hopelessness in the most hopeful person I knew.”
“The life of faith is NEVER a life lived in isolation, thrown upon our own meager and faltering resources. The life of faith is always strengthened and aided by God’s abundant mercy, grace and love. The life of faith is lived in community with God and with each other.”
The remembrance of my fear, trembling, and faith as I witnessed whatever was going on in the air that night sustains me through this season, whose decorations do not entertain me, I am sorry to say. I am not so far removed from death, decay, and demons that I need the Hallowe’en décor to remind me that they exist. I turn away from the tombstones and their terrible puns.
“Pay attention. Notice. I’ll be searching this world, too, for signs of God’s grace and peace.”
“This first and greatest commandment helps me refocus on what it “all” means. It reaches into the center of my body and squeezes my heart, jumpstarting it to beat properly once again. It lifts my eyes from the daily details that assail me like hoards of hungry ducks, giving me the jolt I need to see clearly what on earth God is doing: Loving creation back to the Life intended for it.”
“I don’t know a single Christian who isn’t expecting to go to heaven. I know I am (or at least I hope and pray I will), but how much time do I actually spend planning the journey?”