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A prayer of confession while children hunger and starve

How cruel have we become, God,
that we could even consider
burning food while
children hunger and starve?
Kyrie eleison.
Forgive us.

How stunted is our creativity, God
that we cannot conceive
of ways to use food while
children hunger and starve?
Kyrie eleison.
Forgive us.

What has happened to our values, God,
when we dismantle programs
that distribute food to
children who hunger and starve?
Kyrie eleison.
Forgive us.

We confess our shortsightedness and cruelty;
we confess our stunted imagination and warped values.
Kyrie eleison.
Forgive us.

Pour your Holy Spirit afresh
upon those who make decisions
that they might repent and choose life
and seek ways to share the abundance you create.

Pour your Holy Spirit afresh
upon us all that we might repent
and continue to advocate and work
for a world in which everyone has enough.

We pray in Jesus’ name.
Amen.

Perhaps the food in question has expired and can no longer be used. If so, that is another human failure and represents additional actions of which we need to repent.


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AdventWord 2022 – December 13 – #stranger

Another challenging word. I try to heed the words of Tommy Sands:

Let the circle be wide ’round the fireside
And we’ll soon make room for you
Let your heart have no fear, there are no strangers here,
Just friends that you never knew

But there are definitely people I have not met. There are people I don’t know. There are people I hesitate to meet. I confess that. I try to work at that.

Photo: May 17, 2014; Central Park, New York, New York

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Confession – 28 May 2014

Barbed Wire

United Nations Headquarters
Manhattan, New York
27 May 2014

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Deep on deep

We who judge the acts of others,
might do well to think and pause,
of what we ourselves do carry:
words spoken and unspoken,
deeds finished, deeds undone.

We would hide them from all others,
we would hide them from our friends,
we would hide them from our lovers,
we would hide them from ourselves.

Buried deep on deep inside us,
just below the surface,
carefully kept from thought and view,
still they haunt us,
shame us, scare us,
in the silence
they thrive and grow.

2 May 2013
Shire on the Hudson

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