Part of teaching at a Christian university means starting class with a prayer or devotional thought. I decided early on that I would not be busting out with an extemporaneous personal reflection each class session, so I began looking for something I could read to my class. A friend suggested using prayers from the book, Awed to Heaven, Rooted to Earth by Old Testament theologian Walter Brueggemann. Beyond helping me start class, the book has been a bright spot for my own spiritual walk this year.
These prayers/poems are cut from the same cloth as the Psalms. Like the Psalms, they are the expression of a man who is not at peace with the world, yet looking to God for its redemption. They reflect trust - that easily known but hardly experienced heart of the Christian journey.
Below is one example, very much appropriate for lent or Holy Week, those days in which the tomb is still full.
These prayers/poems are cut from the same cloth as the Psalms. Like the Psalms, they are the expression of a man who is not at peace with the world, yet looking to God for its redemption. They reflect trust - that easily known but hardly experienced heart of the Christian journey.
Below is one example, very much appropriate for lent or Holy Week, those days in which the tomb is still full.
Against a closed sky
by Walter Brueggemann
God of all our times:
We have known since the day of our birth
that our primal task is to grow to basic trust
in you,
to rely on you in every circumstance,
to know that you would return when you are
away,
to trust that in your absence you will soon be
present,
to be assured that your silence bespeaks
attentiveness
and
not neglect,
to know that in your abiding faithfulness,
“all
will be well and all will be well.”
We do trust in you:
We are
named by your name,
And bonded
in your service.
We are
among those who sing your praise
and who
know your deep faithfulness.
You, you, however, are not easy to trust:
We pray against a closed sky;
our hopes reduced to auto-suggestion;
our petitions are more habit than hope;
our intercessions are kindly gestures of
well-being.
Sometimes more, many times not,
Because
your silence and absence,
Your indifference
and tardiness are glaring among us.
We are drawn to find lesser gods,
easier loyalties,
many forms of
self-trust …
that do not even
fool us.
On this Friday of remembered pain and
echoing deathliness,
We pray for new measures of passion,
for fresh waves of resolve,
for courage, energy, and freedom,
to be our true selves …
waiting in confidence,
and while waiting, acting our life
toward you
in your ways of forgiving
generosity.
We pray in the name of Jesus who trusted fully, and
who
is himself fully worthy of our trust. Amen.