“I have a dream”, a man once said,
“where all is perfect peace;
where men and women, black and white,
stand hand in hand, and all unite
in freedom and in love.”
But in this world of bitter strife
the dream can often fade;
reality seems dark as night,
we catch but glimpses of the light
Christ sheds on humankind.
Fierce persecution, war, and hate
are raging everywhere;
God calls us now to pay the price
through struggles and through sacrifice
of standing for the right.
So dream the dreams and sing the songs,
but never be content:
for thoughts and words don’t ease the pain:
unless there’s action, all is vain;
faith proves itself in deeds.
Lord, give us vision, make us strong,
help us to do your will;
don’t let us rest until we see
your love throughout humanity
uniting us in peace.
-- Pamela J. Pettitt (1954 – 2005)
Suggested tunes: "Chalfont Park" (StF 708); “Repton” (StF 495 – with repeated last line)
Thursday, November 10, 2022
“I have a dream”, a man once said,
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Oh God of love and justice
Let Your Will be done
The politicians lie to lengthen their regime
The corporations buy souls for profit
The factories breathe acid
And leak into the stream
And every day the earth gets hotter who will stop it
Distracting from the truth
The advertisers use sex for profit
Entertainers choose to seduce our youth
Life gets cheaper every day who will stop it
Terrorists plot violence
And governments do too
Scientists and engineers improve our kill power
Parents sit in silence not knowing what to do
Who will stir the dying embers of good will power
The churches pray for peace
But then they vote for war
The preachers preach for profit and twist our story
No wonder people don't believe anymore
They're waiting for good news of hope and glory
The human race is building a suicide machine
The people cheer and dance as gears are turning
When will we wake up from
This self-destructive scheme
So everything can change God's Kingdom coming
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Thursday, August 05, 2021
We are tired, Lord.
Weary beyond thinking about it. Weary, over praying through it. So weary: worn of words,
no glimpse of glory,
so weary, we have had enough.
We’ve no idea the road ahead, we’ve not been this route before. No way is coming clear,
enough to lose ourselves.
And the only path we easily find, is the one of least resistance.
Yet there’s energy to run, and keep running, to avoid and evade,
to distract, and deny,
to turn and to tilt… away. Can we be found, even so?
When we get there – when it’s ‘enough’, and there’s nowhere to go but there,
and nothing to have, but what we receive: shelter us from the searing sun,
shield us from the scratching wind, save us from the time of trial.
Feed us this day, the bread for tomorrow crumbs to sustain us,
morsels of grace,
a few winks of sleep, drops of refreshment, just enough.
-- Rev Dr Carolyn Kelly, University of Scotland
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Karl Barth stands up and says: “You are the totaliter aliter, the vestigious trinitatum who speaks to us in the modality of Christo-monism.”
Not prepared for Barth's brevity, Paul Tillich stumbles out: “You are he who heals our ambiguities and overcomes the split of angst and existential estrangement; you are he who speaks of the theonomous viewpoint of the analogia entis, the analogy of our being and the ground of all possibilities.”
Reinhold Niebuhr gives a cough for effect and says, in one breath: “You are the impossible possibility who brings to us, your children of light and children of darkness, the overwhelming oughtness in the midst of our fraught condition of estrangement and brokenness in the contiguity and existential anxieties of our ontological relationships.”
Finally James Cone gets up, and raises his voice: “You are my Oppressed One, my soul's shalom, the One who was, who is, and who shall be, who has never left us alone in the struggle, the event of liberation in the lives of the oppressed struggling for freedom, and whose blackness is both literal and symbolic.”
And Jesus writes in the sand, “Huh?”