Texts: 2 Samuel 11:1-15; Psalm 14; Ephesians 3:14-21; John 6:1-21
The foolish say, "There is no God!
We are alone, on our own."
We gather to declare
the glory of God in our lives.
The foolish say, "It is your life;
you are accountable to no one."
We gather, strengthened by the Spirit,
trusting that Christ dwells in our hearts.
The foolish say, "Everything I have is mine;
I owe nothing to anyone."
We gather to praise the One
who calls us to serve others in love.
Your glory flows
through all generations,
as you name every family
in heaven and on earth.
And so we come to you this day,
O God.
higher than the farthest star;
your peace is
deeper than our greatest emptiness;
your love spans
the abyss of death;
your hope stretches
into all eternity.
And so we come to you this day,
O Christ.
your grace is still our bedrock;
when our spirits run dry,
you fill us with your joy;
when we falter in our faith,
you strengthen us
to serve with hope and peace.
And so we come to you this day,
O Spirit.
we come to you this day,
praying as we have been taught,
(The Lord’s Prayer)
God looks at us, to see if we are wise enough to offer confession, to receive forgiveness, and to seek to know the healing love of Christ. Let us prove our wisdom, and set aside our foolish pride, as we pray together,
Wisdom's Heart: deep within, we know how we have failed to be your people. Our hardened hearts are closed to the love of Christ; our lust for more and more blocks the fullness of your grace from transforming our lives; our trust in the powers of the world reveals our foolish nature.
Have mercy, God of every generation. Pour out the rich blessing of forgiveness on our parched souls. Feed us with Heaven's Bread, so we might be nourished by your gentleness. Shape us as your people, and restore us to faithful living, as we seek to follow our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, in service to everyone we meet.
The wideness of God's mercy, the range of God's forgiveness, the infinite love of God, the Heart of hope which is never empty: all these gifts are ours, as God restores us to the fullness of life meant for us.
Grounded in love, rooted in discipleship, we offer ourselves in service to others, recognizing the limitless grace which is ours to share in Christ. Thanks be to God. Amen.
In our hands, the gifts seem so paltry, but in yours, they can bring plentitude of grace to those who are so hungry for hope. In our hearts, we wonder how effective our ministries might be, but joined with yours, we can indeed bring healing, community, peace, and joy to our struggling communities. Bless us and our gifts, multiply our hopes and our efforts, that your wonders might come into the world around us. Amen.
May God feed you at this Table of grace!
And also feed you!
God desires to dwell in us,
and so we open our hearts to welcome God.
Let us rejoice in the God who loves us,
as we sing songs of thanksgiving to God.
until you spoke and sent it astray,
as creation burst forth from your imagination,
grace racing the breadth and length
planting wonders and joys beyond count,
laughter filling the height and depth
of every corner of the universes.
You prayed that we would have the power
to understand that all these gifts were shaped
for the life of those crafted in your image.
But early one evening we gazed sin bathing,
and felt it so beautiful that we inquired
of death how to gain it.
You sent the prophets to us,
their words continuing to challenge us
to see if we had grown any wiser,
but we continued to confound your plans,
seeking refuge in the alluring embrace of temptation.
Finally, you sent Jesus to us,
who continually called to us,
‘do not be afraid; I am here.’
with those foolish enough to rely more on themselves than on you,
we lift our voices in glad song to you:
All creation is filled with the fullness of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna in the highest!
and in your Child, Jesus, we find that love we cannot understand.
He could have stayed on the safe shores of glory,
but came to bring us hope in every storm we face.
He could have kept your abundance for himself,
but took your gifts and poured them out for us,
so much that there were leftovers to share with those around us.
He could have left us to our foolish lives,
but confounded the plans of sin
by defeating death at its own game,
and restored us in that refuge called the resurrection.
our fragmented lives through his brokenness,
as we ponder that miracle which is beyond death,
we proclaim that mystery we call faith:
we received the grace of God, by the resurrection of Christ;
we will be fed in glory, by the return of Christ.
by your Spirit of transformation,
the common gifts being set aside for your holy use.
The broken pieces of the bread
are just enough to strengthen us
so we can go out to serve our fragmented world.
The cup of grace overflows with hope,
so we can see those around us,
the families without hope,
the children without food,
the elderly without friends,
the world without peace.
how truly foolish you are by gathering
those of every time and place around your Table,
we will join our hearts and voices
in singing our praises to you forever and ever,
God in Community, Holy in One. Amen.
Let us go now, foolish enough to believe in God.
We will see God in everyone we meet.
Let us go now, foolish enough to follow Jesus.
We will share grace with those who need it the most.
Let us go now, foolish enough to be filled with the Holy Spirit,
We will serve with the Spirit in calming the fears of the world.
© Thom M. Shuman