Liturgy 42: Pleasant Lines
šļø A Prayer and Blessing to Find Pleasantness
āļø Lectio Divina
Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup;
you make my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
ā The Sixteenth Psalm
No such thing as a life thatās better than yours.
ā J Cole
š Prayer
With apologies
to my dear
cynic friends
and cynic self
I confess.
Not always,
but somedays,
as in
days such as today,
I wonder aloudā¦
is thisā¦
normal?
or
does
God
especially
love
me?
I know. I kind of just threw up in my mouth a little.
But Iām not talking about
finding a rare parking spot
in an overcrowded Chinatown plaza
Iām talking about
all the years of your life
in an instant
moving from chaos
to divine cohesion.
On some Esther and Mordecai
such a time as this
vibesā¦
But now that Iām here,
hold on.
Why wouldnāt God be
in a providentially
timed arrival at
a parking lot?
A small dose of Osteen
wonāt kill you
might even make you smile.
Mental health gurus
who speak much on the naming of grief
but very little on nourishing joy
only feed a narrow mind.
God is so good.
LORD
For all that is wrong
I pause to see
the fortunate things
the ordinary and unusual
privileges I
enjoy.
Thank you.
šļø Blessing
May you say what the Psalmist said.
The Boundary Lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.
May you refuse to be a victim and a complainer.
May you give thanks continually.
May you seek the movement of Godās heart.
May God be your portion, your reward.
May you extend such goodness to all the world.
In the Name of the Giver of All Good Things
Amen