Guide us to be a kind, resilient and open community to those who are lost
We are all lost at some point in our lives
Guide us to find the path, our own path and help others find theirs
Be with us in this time, as people suffer with disease and self-destructive behaviors
Addicted to alcohol, drugs, a negative relationship, gambling, their own point of view
May we have the courage to reach out to one another in love to end the silence, shame of addiction seeking treatment rather than punishment, inclusion rather than exclusion
Let us find peace in the words commonly used in twelve step programs authored by Reinhold Niebuhr in 1934 right here in Massachusetts:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
God, grant US AS A COMMUNITY the serenity to accept the things we cannot change,
Courage to change the things WE can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
Help us to find meaning in our daily lives
Teach us to take good care of ourselves, our neighbors, our community, our world
Be with us who feel the pain of loss, who feel anger at injustice
God, grant us loving hearts so that no one feels unworthy or unwanted
Help us remember the hope we had, the hope we have, and the hope we will have
Help us remember joy during sadness, success during challenge, spring in the middle of winter, light during darkness
Stand with the oppressed and change the heart of the oppressor, for we know that both are joined in common humanity
Help us to be better people, to work for better things, and to create a better world
Help us find our way. Amen
Divine power that holds all of us in your embrace, I seek your help today. With foreboding and expectation, I open the newspaper or turn on the radio – what lurid headline will great me? I am confused, depressed and the warmth in my stomach feels like anger.
I have seen Obamacare improve my brother’s well-being; which of us would seek to take away his security?
Indigenous people came to this continent thousands of years ago; which of us would say that they are illegal aliens and force them to leave?
I’ve sat with oppressed women and men whose dreams and aspirations have been crushed for generations by prejudice and ignorance; which of us represents their needs and hopes?
I bear witness to the coral reefs bleaching and the Larsen ice shelf in Antarctica breaking off; what business profits compensate for these irrevocable losses?
I am angry at the oppressors, at the greedy and at the structures that I am part of that exploit our collective nature and spirit. I am angry at the power seekers who are using fear and hatred to lead us away from our better selves.
Divine power, assuage the fearful and hurtful hearts of our leaders who are poisoning our minds; heal my heart so that I am strong to stand with my friends who are Moslem, queer, black and scared.
Divine power channel my anger to positive, constructive action that might serve as an antidote to the phobias and hatreds being poured upon us; give me the vision to champion the needs of the oppressed, to resist the institutions that are stealing our souls and to find solidarity with the promise of like-minded people seeking to find our best selves.
Divine power that nurtures the miracle of life, I need your help to see today. Show me the infinite light of the stars in your universe. Show me the resilience of plants and animals that live in harmony with your gifts. Show me the hopefulness of the bird whose song greeted me this morning.
Divine power help us all to find peace in the spirit of Julian of Norwich: “All will be well and all will be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” Amen
Many of us have some sort of spiritual practice that grounds us
Help us listen to that quiet voice within and follow it wherever it may lead
That voice within is our moral compass, some call this praying
We may call the voice by many names, God, Buddha, Mohammad, Nature, Love, Henry David Thoreau, Martin Luther King, or Mother Theresa, whatever is meaningful, the name doesn’t really matter.
Let us appreciate the voice within all of us
I can go for days on auto pilot being so busy with daily tasks and activities forgetting to listen to the voice within.
Keep us awake and aware Lord
Guide us even when you lead us along unfamiliar and difficult paths
Let us have faith and strength during these challenging times
Give us the patience and wisdom to understand others regardless of differences without judgment
Help us find common ground
We are all on one small planet within a very large universe
Guide us to be kind to ourselves, the earth, animals and all people
Oh by the way, if you aren’t busy this afternoon send a little extra help to the New England Patriots
Keep us awake and aware Lord Keep us listening Keep us praying Amen.
To the Spirit that is in us and all around us, we pray.
Thank you for moments of grace.
The afternoon sky is swept with shades of pink, orange and pale blue as the sun nears the horizon, lighting up the world, catching our attention. For this brief time of noticing I am without words, silenced in a moment of wonder and stillness.
Let us not forget the things that sustain us.
A bald eagle flies across the road on inauguration day and lands on a rock in the reservoir folding its great wings back. It is a symbol of our country and I see its majesty, its grace, Its beauty, its sharp talons, its hunting eyes and I know that nothing is simple.
People are marching in the streets holding cardboard signs above their heads with the words Justice and Respect etched in black marker.
May our voices be heard.
In December, children dress in costumes, angels gather round to tell the story of a baby who grew to be a teacher. A teacher who taught us to choose love over hate. May we ACT on the message that is imbedded in this ancient story told every year by the youngest among us.
May we in this country be welcoming to all.
As the days lengthen may our resolve deepen to work for Peace.
There are many ways to speak out.
There are many ways to kiss the ground. Amen
Spirit of life, who created the moral universe, come into our presence this morning. Hear our prayers. Join us as we sit here this morning.
Lord, I was up here last year on question box Sunday, and I have to admit I was in a better mood then. It’s not just our new President. He needs our prayers too, and while I’m up here I send him mine.
It’s something larger, a sense of rising anger, and an eagerness to blame those who are different. To turn away from those who are different as if they are not our brothers and sisters too. To divide, to divide. I’m worried and anxious and afraid.
So Lord, today I pray for faith. I have some, a little, but I need all I can get. We all do.
In some churches, having “faith” means believing what else someone tells you to believe. I’m not talking about that.
I’m not talking about a faith that everything will suddenly turn out all right in our country or the world. I know that we often take a step or two back for every step or two forward. What I’m asking for is a faith that the moral arc of this universe will eventually bend. Maybe not today. Maybe not even in my lifetime. But eventually.
I’m not talking about faith that you will intervene for me personally, Lord, and get me out of some impending difficulty. I know that’s not how things work. What I’m asking for is a faith to get up and to carry on after I’ve been knocked down.
I’m not looking for faith that I won’t get older and sicken and die. I’m not looking for faith that I’ll wake up somewhere afterwards. What I’m asking for is a faith that will let me live, each day, on this earth, with gratitude in my heart. Even when the facts on the ground don’t look so good. Lord, that’s easy to say, but not so easy to do.
Tomorrow I may pray for wisdom, or strength, or compassion. But today Lord, I need something more basic.
I pray for faith. I pray for this with all my heart. May it be so. Amen.
To the Spirit that is in us and all around us, we pray.
The earth, our home, has made its rotation around the sun yet again. We mark another notch in the story that is our lives. Another year has passed, a new one is already marching on.
May we step forward with intention and grasp the possibilities offered by a new beginning. May the sharpness of these January nights inspire us to find clarity and purpose in our lives. What matters? What shall we choose this year to give our attention to? For we know that when we pay attention to something, it grows.
Let us not be tossed away by the events of each day. Our friends and loved ones and strangers face challenges of all sorts. Help us to be there for them and to know that the simplest act of kindness is often enough. A small imperfect offer of help is better than doing nothing. Listening can be the best gift of all.
There is a crack in our country. There are changes ahead. May we not REACT to the storm of change with fear or anger, but instead ACT with calm resolve to stand up for things we believe in. May we be patient with those we disagree with and listen with an open heart to their perspective while marching firmly in the direction of justice, dignity and peace.
May we find solace and inspiration in this church community. May we be grounded by the earth beneath our feet. May we walk hand-in-hand with all people. Amen
Dear god, spirit of many names, draw near and join our prayers this morning.
Lord, it’s the beginning of a new calendar year.
Some of us face the prospect of the coming year with fears and apprehension.
Help us remember that this has always been so. Life is impermanent. We suffer setbacks. We pray above all for peace in the world, but the wars and fighting continue. We grow old, we grow ill, we die.
The outlook isn’t altogether good.
And yet, And yet. even in the face of this, there are days when we open the front door, look out at the world, and are filled with gratitude. Days when we feel your presence, days when we open the door and can only throw ourselves on the fresh grass weeping with gratitude and joy.
As one of my Buddhist teachers says, the miracle is not to walk on water, the miracle is to be able to walk on the grass. Or today, maybe the snow. We live in New England Lord, so we have lots of snow.
And grass, and warm clothes and enough to eat and loving friends. Help us be grateful for it all.
So yes, this year there will be setbacks, and there will be joy. I think we can count on both, Lord. I pray we can live this year with compassion, both for ourselves, and for our brothers and sisters throughout the world. Help us be generous and compassionate.
Help us remember that our fears concern a future that has not happened yet. Help us be truly present in the every moment, fears and all.
Help us remember that gratitude can be an intentional practice, something we can put on, like a warm coat, every morning.
Help us remember that hope can also be an intentional practice. Like a warm coat, we can chose to put it on when the world is cold.
And finally, today our ministers and lay leaders will begin leading us in discussion, a discussion about the kind of church we are and want to become. A that supports us and our brothers and sisters as we move through the joys and setbacks of life. Help us envision a church that will make you proud.
May it be so, Amen
God, great spirit of goodness,
Steady us as we walk uncertainly through this season.
Help me keep my balance
As “Joy to the World” meets
earthquake in Indonesia and gunfire in Aleppo,
As beyond the Christmas candlelight
I see flaming death in Oakland and Gatlinburg,
As the echo of Sunday’s words of peace is lost
in the din of ideology and insult.
Guide me on the bumpy path past despair and indifference
to the vantage point where I can see
the difference that I might make.
Along the path, God, please
Reveal the nuggets of joy that lie there,
That we all may savor, and share,
Each spark of beauty,
Each note of laughter,
And each word of love. Amen
A Prayer for Spiritual Resilience
Creator Spirit, hear this simple prayer. I need courage during this time of uncertainty. I want to share with you the stories of two courageous exemplars I’ve just met.
Shabir has been here for six years from his home in Kashmir India, where his mother and sisters still live. Their situation is dire and worsening; air is foul and food is scarce. Shabir sends both money and food to assist his family. Yet his attitude is one of bright spirit, optimism and daily gratitude for this life. He exemplifies the resilience needed to thrive and to share his message of hope with me.
Luis has been here for nineteen years from his home in Venezuela where most of his family still live. Their situation is also dire and worsening. Food is only available by waiting in long lines and paying sky rocketing prices for basic needs. Luis sends both money and food back home to help sustain his family. And Luis, too, presents a bright and positive attitude and a firm belief that human kind is above all adaptable. “We adapt because we must; it’s how we survive.”
I pray to remain mindful of these two teachers and their uncommon example of courage, hopefulness and spiritual resilience. They have inspired me, just when I’ve most needed inspiration. When the challenge is great we must ‘adapt’ to live and thrive. The teachers we meet are the ones we need. Amen
that the universe has unfolded
to find us here together this morning, on this week of Thanksgiving.
And how thoughtful of our predecessors to provide us with this spare church,
for when our other one is in the shop.
Fortune has indeed shone our way.
And yet, Fortuna, she is a fickle goddess
and for those who, this year, have had your hearts crushed by her capricious turns,
we pray for you, we pray for us,
that we may find the equanimity to look back with contentment.
And yet more so,
that we may find the grit to look forward with hope,
to believe in the future,
to find some divine wellspring of productive optimism
that will rekindle our will to move forward,
and that will remind us
that the world is in need of our light.
On this week of giving thanks, we pray,
that we may once again be dazzled
by the countless commonplace luxuries that we enjoy,
but so often fail to really enjoy.
And yet more so,
that we may see through these shiny things,
and again touch the core of our true blessings.
This week, we pray
that we may see with unjaded eyes:
what we have,
how we live,
who we love,
and – so easy to take for granted – those who actually love us back.
As we gather this week,
may we remember to look up,
in sincere appreciation,
at those who show their love for us
by coming all that way, by inviting us over,
by making that dish we like.
By listening to our stories, laughing at our lame jokes,
by overlooking our many faults.
May we show them the same love,
take a bit of everything. Amen
Holy Spirit, we come to thee with bewilderment at the stunning transformation of the emerald leaves into the fiery hues of fall, constituting thy brilliant announcement of the end of the fecundity of summer and preparation for the bleakness of winter. May we be buoyed by the magnificence of the harvest, in this, Thy world of overflowing cornucopia. May we thrust ourselves joyfully into the rhythms of life, with our celebration of the darkness of the Solstice, and our revelry in the luminance of the Advent season.
We thank thee for the noble institutions of our nation, providing for the will of the people to periodically change their leadership, and for our tradition of comity in transferring the awesome power of our government. We thank thee for teaching us tolerance and respect for one another’s insight into our world, and for our sense of security that, in E Pluribus Unum, we honor our diverse opinions, resulting in sagacious decisions for governing ourselves.
We thank thee for the valor of the 21 million living intrepid men and women who have donned the cloth of our nation and taken up arms in our defense, frequently at great personal peril, but in doing so manifest the timeless virtues of selfless courage, and devotion to duty. It is their toil that allows us to bathe in the sublime liberty that Thou hast bestowed upon us. May we honor them and fulfill our commitments to them — especially those scarred by violence on our behalf.
We pray for thy sacred blessing of our flawed selves, as we strive to honor the spirit of Jesus and the service of all. Amen.
We give thanks for this sacred space
formed by these walls and by the people within them.
We give thanks for perspective we gain from this time together,
may we all find what we need:
peace, solace, music, community, wisdom, inspiration, and the divine.
May we also find here some refuge
from the incessant rattle of wisdom-less information,
and from the marketers
of stuff and things and of politicians
who sing us songs evermore sophisticated and alluring,
evermore trivial and degrading.
In life (as in politics) let us not be swayed by those who,
for their own advantage, not ours,
would magnify our differences and obscure
the self-evident truth of our equality.
May we find the strength to resist
the delicious warm glow of angry certainty,
that we are so righteously right
and they so wickedly wrong.
May we not confuse differences of opinion with differences in our humanity.
May we instead seek to rediscover what has been here all along;
the broad common space where we can work together towards our common goals.
Let us patriots recommit ourselves to that most central common ground;
the love of truth.
And, with some help from our better angels,
to build a more perfect union,
and to be thoughtful stewards
of this space,
and of our families, our friendships, communities, nations, and the living world. Amen
Dear Lord, I come here today costumed as an Earth angel . No, not the one from the song, an angel for the earth, the angel that cares for the earth and all her beings.
I love the wings. They make me feel strong and secure, not afraid.
This is the time of year for spirits, All Hallows Eve, when the veil between the world of the living and the world of the spirits grows thin.
Sometimes we get scared of things we can’t see or don’t understand. May we always remember that we can reach out to You, our family, our friends, this church and all good people of the world and they will be there to help us feel safe.
So today dear Lord, we dress up in costumes (and maybe scare each other a little bit) to honor good spirits and to keep bad spirits away. May it be so. Amen.
This morning we offer a collective prayer of thanksgiving for this safe place where we privately meditate and publicly pray. Where we gather seeking refuge from the storms of nature, of others, and ourselves.
As we flow deeper into prayer let us prepare for November ninth, when the long-running circus leaves town but the ground quakes in aftershocks that crackle civility.
Help us to be boorishly incorrect and stand firm with smiles and acts of kindness as we recognize we are all “others” to others and are united in our otherness rather than disunited by our differences.
On wings of prayer we seek to rise above what Charles Blow has described as an impulse to conflate our transforming economy with the changing accents and colors of hope.
Give us strength to find courage to know that rage cannot sooth the Uber disruption of inherited medallions of purloined privilege.
In your name, spirit of many shapes and languages, guide us to embrace our otherness in the otherness of others. Amen
Great Spirit of Life,
Let us come together in prayer and calm our minds from the busyness of the week and listen quietly to the still, small, voice that speaks of our needs and the needs of others. Bring into the silence our hopes and dreams and the courage to face the challenges and barriers on our journey through this wonderful life.
Please bring into our hearts those among us who are dealing with both exciting and challenging changes in their lives. Changes in health, the loss of a loved one, the adjustments to a new job, a new love or family member or even a new driver’s license. Remind us that some lessons are painful, some are painless, but all are priceless.
I for one am thankful for the courage and humanity shown by Michele Obama for the epic speech she delivered this week.
Our road can be long and windy with quite a few forks in the road. Help us select our thoughts to make even the uphills feel great. Let’s accept the wrong turns and have the patience to discover that we will find ourselves back on the road again. Oh, and when the past calls, we’ll let it go to voicemail and remember to smile and enjoy the journey.