Prayers of the People
Loving God, mind of creation,
You who thought us into life and will not let us go until the day your will is done,
Hear our prayers.
We give thanks for this gift of life:
For the joy of now and our dreams of what might be;
For dappled light and spider’s webs that frame our morning window;
For songs that uplift and stories that charm;
For echoes through canyons and coffee at ten;
For kisses, cats and kindness,
For the wonders of whales, of infinite stars –
and the glorious gift of a southerly breeze after sweltering heat,
God of all of this, we rejoice in the goodness of your hand –
we rejoice in being alive.
We give thanks for the signs of your coming Kingdom in our world,
for the ‘blind who see’ and the ‘lame that walk’ of our time:
medical miracles that transform and save;
global poverty and child mortality that continue to drop away, decade by decade;
the rising embrace of LGBTI communities in countries everywhere;
significant rises in the number of indigenous kids completing Year 12;
longer lives, fewer wars,
women who will no longer be silenced.
For these shoots, these signs, this taste of what is to come, we give thanks.
But even more, we bring before you those who continue to suffer, those on the edges:
the persecuted and the shut out, the troubled and the broken,
those who run from gangs, queue for bread or huddle in makeshift shelters,
the many who weep in the wake of gunfire and bombs.
And those who live and move in the streets that surround us here in this place:
the lonely and the different, the smiling shuffler, the restless drifter,
the angry and the old, each one looking for a reason to go on.
May your Spirit shine an unexpected light upon them
and move within us as we act to make your love visible.
We are your church and into the dance we are called,
the dance of joy and connection one with another.
As the year stretches before us, we pray for your hand upon us,
your Spirit within us, your hope ahead of us.
Bless the stirrers and the peacemakers,
the blessed saints of laughter and the giant-slayers of conviction and action.
Explode our tidy packages of certainty, loving Spirit,
and remind us that, really, we know little.
Take us by surprise, and sweep our feet from under us,
so that we might rise up again, renewed
and into the arc that bends towards your justice and your peace,
Peter McKinnon, offered for worship 4/2/18