Thursday, August 29, 2024

The seasons turn; we stand on the precipice between summer and autumn. Leaves also turn, as ancestor trees remember the chill that has returned in the night air and daytime breezes. They prepare by drawing inward and letting their foliage fall. You remind us again of your statutes and decrees, encouraging us to keep them with us as we prepare to cross the threshold into autumn.

We enter your sacred prayer space with a wealth of world;y knowledge. We have learned to fabricate pre-conceived responses to all we hear, including your word and teachings. But your ways are different and mysterious. You instruct us to give you all our answers and instead empty ourselves so you can fill us with your wisdom.

Unto the King Eternal, unto the King Immortal, unto the King Invisible, the only wise God. Unto the King be honour and glory, forever and ever! (1 Timothy 1:17)

We love to bask in your presence, listening to your voice and learning your ways. Your guidance teaches us to remain silent until your wisdom fills us. We are not perfect, but we are learning to speak with your values of truth, love, patience, and compassion.

We look to the heavens with praise. You are Creator of all things. The seasons turn by your design. Grandmother Moon grows more pregnant each night as she prepares to give birth to Autumn. We gather in your sacred prayer space, participants in the mystery of your perfect plan.

We enter your sacred prayer space to seek your loving sustenance for our lives. We believe you are the Bread of Life, from God our Creator. But we hear arguments even from those in positions of religious authority that they do not understand how your words can be true. You meet us in our distress, reassuring us that you have all we need.