Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.
Open unto me, light for my darkness Open unto me, courage for my fear Open unto me, hope for my despair Open unto me, peace for my turmoil Open unto me, joy for my sorrow Open unto me, strength for my weakness Open unto me, wisdom for my confusion Open unto me, forgiveness for my sins Open unto me, tenderness for my toughness Open unto me, love for my hates Open unto me, Thy Self for myself Lord, Lord, open unto me!
Howard Thurman, 1899-1981, American author, educator and civil rights leader
The Lord sets the prisoners free; the Lord opens the eyes of the blind. The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous. The Lord watches over the sojourners; he upholds the widow and the fatherless, but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.
“Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh. Blessed are you when people hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man.
Isaiah of old prayed, “Let the earth open wide her mouth; as justice descends, O heavens,
like the dew from above, like gentle showers, let salvation fall from the skies; let justice spring up and salvation bud forth.” Come gentle rain of Advent-tide, soak deep into my heart, calling forth signs of an early spring. Make buds appear on my heart’s barren rosebush and blooms on its dried flower stalks. Come showers of silence and wet my soul; soak deeply with your fertile fingers, dripping heaven’s dew. May I come forth from my times of prayer as from a bath: dripping wet from a sacred soaking,
refreshed, renewed, revitalized. Advent prayer of December stillness, dampen my dry soul, coax forth green leaves of the Spirit
and bring forth buds of bright flowers
as green trees flicker with magic lights
and green wreath circles whirl on front doors, red-bowed in festive joy. May soggy souls ooze out awesome gifts, for Emmanuel, God-among-us, is awakened from a yearlong slumber
by gentle mists of Advent longing
and is eager to give gifts of love,
presents of your presence. Radiant Rain God, make me your brimful cloud, ready to shower down Emmanuel’s justice and peace
upon all I meet.
Edward Hayes, 1931 – 2016, Catholic Priest, Kansas City
And now their plowshares are beat into swords—as are ours, now their pruning hooks are beat into spears—as are ours. Not only swords and spears, but bullets, and bombs, and missiles, of steel on flesh, of power against bodies … And you, in your indignation sound your mantra, “Blessed are the peacemakers.”
We dare to believe they are the aggressor, and we are the peacemaker. Yet in sober night dream, we glance otherwise and think we may be aggressor, as we vision rubbled homes, murdered civilians
and charred babies. And you, in our sadness, sound your mantra, “Blessed are the peacemakers.”
We do not love war, we yearn for peace, but we have lost much will for peace even while we dream of order. And you, in your hope, sound your mantra, “Blessed are the peacemakers.”
Deliver us from excessive certitude about ourselves. Hold us in the deep ambiguity where we find ourselves, Show us yet again the gaping space between your will and our feeble imagination. Sound your mantra with more authority, with more indignation, through sadness, in hope … “Blessed be the peacemakers.”
Only peacemakers are blessed. We find ourselves well short of blessed. Give us freedom for your deep otherwise, finally to be blessed, in the name of the Peacemaker who gave and did not take. Amen.
“Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the temple of the God of Jacob. He will teach us his ways, so that we may walk in his paths.” The law will go out from Zion, the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.
Come, descendants of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the Lord.
He shall judge between the nations, and shall decide disputes for many peoples; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.
He ate grass like a cow, and he was drenched with the dew of heaven.
He lived this way until his hair was as long as eagles’ feathers
and his nails were like birds’ claws.
“After this time had passed, I, Nebuchadnezzar, looked up to heaven.
My sanity returned, and I praised and worshiped the Most High
and honored the one who lives forever.
His rule is everlasting, and his kingdom is eternal. All the people of the earth are nothing compared to him. He does as he pleases among the angels of heaven and among the people of the earth. No one can stop him or say to him, ‘What do you mean by doing these things?’
“When my sanity returned to me, so did my honor and glory and kingdom.
My advisers and nobles sought me out,
and I was restored as head of my kingdom,
with even greater honor than before.
“Now I, Nebuchadnezzar, praise and glorify and honor the King of heaven.
All his acts are just and true, and he is able to humble the proud.”
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and of peace there will be no end, on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish it and to uphold it with justice and with righteousness from this time forth and forevermore. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will do this.