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A Prayer from Charleston

Bystanders and mourners cast shadows on the walls and the makeshift memorial at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston

To the God who made one human race from the dust of the ground,
who made us after his image that we might reflect his nature
and that we might reflect his character,
we come to you with minds that are confused and hearts that are broken,
in a tongue that is laboring to give birth to words and emotions
too powerful to be constrained by our impotent vocabulary;
so we cry and stomp and tremble, hoping you hear.

Again, Father, our conscience has been pricked by the angry bullets of hate;
the blood of the victims and the tears of their families cry out to you for justice.
We beg for your wisdom, for we do not know where to go or how to get there;
we beg for your courage, because we allow our fear to paralyze us from doing what is right;
we beg for your mercy, for we often turn back from what we set out to do.

We pray for the families of the victims whose loved ones were slain in cold blood,
that your healing love will keep their hearts from becoming frozen
by the pain of bitterness and resentment.
We pray that you will comfort them in the middle of their pain
and give them the resolve to continue
when they will be tempted to give up.

We pray for the shooter, that his heart will soften
and that he will repent and seek your forgiveness.
We pray for the shooter’s family, that you might comfort them
and that we might show mercy toward them.

We pray that this tragedy will serve as another wake up call,
an alarm that will wake us from a racist nightmare of indifference.
Help us, Lord, not to push the snooze button and continue to sleep,
but to wake up and soberly face the struggle before us.
Help us, O God, to work on the problems together,
because many hands make the work light.

Help us work together, because the problems are too big
for any one person or ethnic group alone to fix.
Help us work together, because the humanity that unites us
is stronger than the perspectives that divide us.

Help us to lean on you, because at the root of all evil,
whether passive or purposeful,
is a sinful heart that can only be cleansed and strengthened
by the blood of your Son.

Amen

~ a prayer by Bobby Green, minister for the Metropolitan Church of Christ in Charleston, SC

From Denver

DenverAirportThe very first time I ever flew in an airplane was with Carrie-Anne. We took off from the airport in Amarillo for Denver where we would connect to a flight to Las Vegas where we were married at 11:30 at night in the basement of the Clark County courthouse by sheriff’s deputy Sherrill Meyer. That was twenty five years ago.

Today, C-A and I have flown to Denver from Amarillo where we’re having breakfast at McDonald’s and waiting on our flight to Hawaii to celebrate the silver anniversary of that wild weekend in Vegas. Funny how things have come full circle over this quarter century together. The last time we were in this airport, we bought over-priced matching Denver Broncos sweatshirts: white with the old vintage Broncos logo helmet on the front. Why? We have no idea. We were young and in love and wanted matching shirts for some reason. Plus some souvenir, I guess, from our two hour stay in Denver.

Today, we’ve purchased matching egg sandwiches. We’re old and in love. Still in love. And looking very forward to spending the next ten days together in a wonderful place we’ve never been.

Thanks to Steve and Becky and Scott and Brenda for agreeing to check up on our daughters while we’re away. Thanks to Cortnie and Aleisha and Hannah for being such dependable friends and making sure our daughters don’t just sleep ’til noon and watch “Castle” re-runs all day long while we’re gone. And thanks to God above that B.J. is in Killeen for the next three weeks!

Peace,

Allan

It’s a Big Church and That’s OK

WelcomeMat

Summer seems to be a time of year when we’re more likely to interact with new people in our church building: more visitors, more vacationers, more of our community, more people who’ve just moved to our city, more folks looking for a church home.

We can be tempted to not personally welcome visitors in our church building for fear that visitor may actually turn out to be a 15-year member. We’re embarrassed when we ask an unfamiliar face if they’re visiting and they inform us they’ve been at this church longer than we have. It’s awkward. So we’re paralyzed and we don’t do anything. And an hour later we’ve got twenty visitors at Cracker Barrel saying, “That’s not a very friendly church.”

Long time members don’t help when we become offended if another member doesn’t know our name. The way to respond to another member who mistakes you for a visitor is not, “I’ve been coming here for 27 years! How long have you been here?”

If we’re going to be a welcoming church in the name and manner of Jesus, we’ve got to first get over ourselves. This is a big church; and that’s OK.

You can’t be embarrassed about not knowing someone’s name. How could you possibly know everybody? It’s unrealistic. And you can’t be offended if somebody doesn’t know your name. How could everybody know you? Why should everybody know you? It’s sinful, really. This is a not a 200-member church. It’s a big church; and that’s OK.

In fact, here at Central, we’re trying to make that something we say when we find ourselves in that awkward position of mistaking a member for a visitor. Both people in the awkward situation need to look at each other with love in their eyes and patience in their hearts and say, “It’s a big church; and that’s OK.”

We did it together this past Sunday and we’re going to do it again this coming Sunday. We want to be a friendly and welcoming church this summer. And it’s going to take all of us to pull it off.

Peace,

Allan

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