::grin:: I’m having one of those moments. One of those, “I love my job” moments. Check this out – it’s the prayer my mentor wrote that will start out next sunday’s service. the regular type will be said by me. the bold, said by the entire congregation.

There is a time to be born and a time to die.
And this is a moment in which to be transformed.
So we turn to you, Beloved,
Our times are in your hands.

As we gather in song and prayer and hope, hear us Gracious God:

For those of us too much into obedience,
let us be reborn in the freedom of the gospel.
For those of us too much into self-indulgence,
let us be reborn into the service of your love.
For those of us too much shaped by cynicism,
let us be reborn with street-smart hope.
For those of us too much caught by fear,
let us be reborn with courage to challenge injustice.
For those of us too much crippled by guilt,
let us be reborn in the confidence of your generous mercy.
For those of us too much weighted with despair,
let us be reborn with the wisdom of your promise.
For those of us too much into control,
let us be reborn into the vulnerability of the cross.
For those of us too much into victimization,
let us be reborn into the power of Easter.
For those of us too much into fatigue,
let us be reborn into the energy of Pentecost.

We dare to pray that you will do for us and among us and through us what is needed for rebirth and renewal;
Give us the power to be receptive, to take the newness that you give, and to move from the warmth of the womb into the light of a world we have been called to change. Amen.

Come on. It’s wicked cool.