the synod here is about to begin a strategic planning process. i wrote a couple of reflections as a resource for it, this is one:
We are trying, God,
and we are angry that the world will not listen
when we try to speak of you,
yet deep down
we acknowledge that we no longer have the words
that speak of who you are
and all you have done.
While we know it is no sin to be speechless,
we must confess that we have stopped looking.
Teach us a new language, God –
one of wild imagination and courageous vision –
so we can begin to tell a new story
that will unfold your ageless plot of freedom
to a world longing to hear.
A story that will speak of hope with the turning of each page.
A story that you promise has no ending but love.