Holy One, You who rode the simple donkey through the streets as the palm branches caught the sun. We hear the echoes of Hosanna, Hosanna through time as we remember, remember…
Hosanna, Hosanna which means save us.
And You do save us, in each moment. Your saving presence is with us always. Closer than we know. We are grateful…
Hosanna in the highest
We wave our palm branches in praise and gratitude for this gift. And this thanksgiving is because we love, and loving also means heartbreak and loss.
This week we lay the branches on the ground to make a path. The road to walk within our questions, joy, sorrow, worry, fear, rest, anguish and delight. A mosaic of green in winter placed at the feet of our hearts which hold awareness of so much…
For children, teachers, and staff in the United States who suffer and die in yet another senseless shooting. We pray for the grieving, we pray with our exhausted-anger for change in mental health support, gun control laws and healing to the deep tap roots of violence.
For the continued longing and plight of girls like Habiba, Mahtab and Tamana in Afghanistan, who simply and deeply want to go to school. And for Matilluah Wesa, an activist with Pen Path, a mobile school and library that travels through Afghanistan, who was detained this week.
For the tragedy of the fire in the migrant detention center in El Paso on the United States and Mexico border with victims from countries throughout Central and South America. May your cleansing fire of transformation heal our divided borders.
For those searching for survivors in the mud after landslides in Ecuador where entire families are missing. Our hearts go to Turkey and Syria where 1,4000 bodies have yet to be identified and families still wait to hear news of their loved ones. We pray for those whose lives spun this week in tornados in the United States. Comfort those shocked in grief who are holding the shards of the lives they so recently knew. May they feel You with them profoundly.
For our relationship with the earth–our home, our kin. May justice of increased pay come for miners in the Democratic Republic of Congo who are digging cobalt, an essential commodity for electric cars, but are paid pennies.
We weave palm branches into a cross. A cross that holds the promise of the full Story of life-death-life. We stand in awe at the beauty woven through the agony. The grace of first responders, those holding the weeping and making them food, those around the world daily making small and mighty change in the ways they can towards the more beautiful world our hearts know is possible.
We marvel as in India this week the first cheetah cubs were born since extinction 70 years ago. We turn our eyes to wonder with the people of New Zealand who are exclaiming about more vivid and beautiful Northern Lights this season.
Blessed are You.
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