Virtual Worship - March 29, 2020
Busy: Reconnecting with an Unhurried God
Welcome to Worship
We invite you to move through our virtual service, listening to the ways God speaks to you in this time we are away from our sanctuary. Take time to reflect and pray as you are moved to do so.
We invite you to move through our virtual service, listening to the ways God speaks to you in this time we are away from our sanctuary. Take time to reflect and pray as you are moved to do so.
Silent Personal Prayer
Prayers of the People
“Sometimes It Just Seems to Be Too Much” by Ted Loder
Sometimes Lord,
It just seems to be too much:
too much violence, too much fear;
too much of demands and problems;
too much of broken dreams and broken lives;
too much of war and slums and dying;
too much of greed and squishy fatness
and the sounds of people
devouring each other
and the earth;
too much of stale routines and quarrels,
unpaid bills and dead ends;
too much of words lobbed in to explode
and leave shredded hearts and lacerated souls;
too much of turned-away backs and cold silence,
hot rage and the bitter taste of ashes in my mouth.
Sometimes the very air seems scorched
by threats and rejection and decay
until there is nothing
but to inhale pain
and exhale confusion.
Too much of darkness, Lord,
too much of cruelty
and selfishness
and indifference…
Too much, Lord,
too much,
too bloody,
bruising,
brain-washing much.
Or is it too little,
too little of compassion,
too little of courage,
of daring,
of persistence,
of sacrifice;
too little of music
and laughter
and celebration?
O God, make of me some nourishment
for these starved times,
some food for my siblings
who are hungry for gladness and hope,
that, being bread for them,
I may also be fed and be full. Amen.
“Sometimes It Just Seems to Be Too Much” by Ted Loder
Sometimes Lord,
It just seems to be too much:
too much violence, too much fear;
too much of demands and problems;
too much of broken dreams and broken lives;
too much of war and slums and dying;
too much of greed and squishy fatness
and the sounds of people
devouring each other
and the earth;
too much of stale routines and quarrels,
unpaid bills and dead ends;
too much of words lobbed in to explode
and leave shredded hearts and lacerated souls;
too much of turned-away backs and cold silence,
hot rage and the bitter taste of ashes in my mouth.
Sometimes the very air seems scorched
by threats and rejection and decay
until there is nothing
but to inhale pain
and exhale confusion.
Too much of darkness, Lord,
too much of cruelty
and selfishness
and indifference…
Too much, Lord,
too much,
too bloody,
bruising,
brain-washing much.
Or is it too little,
too little of compassion,
too little of courage,
of daring,
of persistence,
of sacrifice;
too little of music
and laughter
and celebration?
O God, make of me some nourishment
for these starved times,
some food for my siblings
who are hungry for gladness and hope,
that, being bread for them,
I may also be fed and be full. Amen.
Passing of the Peace
During this week, feel free to pass the peace to a member or friend by phone, e-mail, or handwritten letter. May the peace of Christ be with you.
During this week, feel free to pass the peace to a member or friend by phone, e-mail, or handwritten letter. May the peace of Christ be with you.