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Morning Prayer

Slow us down, Lord, for we seek your peace.

When the frenzied pace of our lives seems to overwhelm, when our lists of duties and expectations start to outnumber our lists of gratitudes and named blessings…

Slow us down, Lord, for we seek your peace.

When we feel the need to always be fidgeting, always moving, always asking another person or another screen to give us peace…

Slow us down, Lord, for we seek your peace.

When your words seem to fall on deaf ears: “be still,” to “know that you are God,” “be not afraid”….

Slow us down, Lord, for we seek your peace.

For we believe that you are working on us, that our lives are in suspense…incomplete…. That you are our Creator still creating. And so we ask you to give us a patient trust, to seek to listen for you instead of needing to talk. May we see our lives as waiting for that creation and re-creation, instead of a brokenness that needs to be fixed.

Slow us down, Lord, for we seek your peace.

When we look to our church and our building, and lose patience with concrete floors and unfinished construction, and are just ready to be finished, slow us down… Teach us what we need to learn about simplicity, about austerity, about what we really need to worship and to serve. Teach us with the scuffle of feet on unfinished floors what it means for each and all of us to be unfinished. To be under construction.

Slow us down, Lord, for we seek your peace.

God as we join with voices around our city to ask what it means to bring justice to our community, we cannot help but see injustice surrounding us. In our city, and state, and country, and world. Give us patience to not lose heart, but to know that we are on your path, doing your will. Remind us of the words of Dr. King, that “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”

Slow us down, Lord, for we seek your peace.

The peace that the risen Christ proclaimed to those in the cemetery, those in the upper room, those on the road to Emmaus. And proclaims yet, to those of us at our kitchen tables struggling through family meetings, in our beds awake at night racked with guilt and shame, in front of the tv’s profiting from our fear, in the cubicles and classrooms and graduation ceremonies and job interviews and spaces and places of our lives, grant us that peace.

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