Lectio Divina
We will tell to the coming generation
the glorious deeds of the LORD
Psalm 78
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise
Maya Angelou
Prayer
God
the Beginning
and the End
Today, I pause
to dream my ancestors
Imperfect, finite, complex
they sought the LORD
in the hunger
of a post-war Korea
fathers without fathers
mothers whose faith
was a torn cloth
keeping their children warm
At my age
my mother carried the grief
of raising a wild son
in a foreign land
Her English new
her prayers fluent
She loved you God in quiet ways
waiting tables
washing clothes
preparing meals
her devotion
her patience
an echo of saints gone before
Selah
For me
a saint
is one
who loves
the LORD
Those who seek and find
the risen Christ
within scarcity
within confusion
with a long obedience
in ordinary days
God of generations
may my own small acts of love,
the way I listen,
the way I pay attention,
the way I speak,
be remembered
by my own
may they be the sermon
written by their grandfather
of a life lived in love
Blessing
Dear Friend
Our faith is not our own
It has been forged in the fires
of those who have gone before
May you hear that great cloud
of our ancestors bearing witness:
God is good
God is good
God is good
In the Name of the One
Who Called Abram to Go
to a Land not yet Revealed
Amen