Anyone else really hungry for an Alleluia?
Natalie says she wishes she were Episcopalian. Today, I wish I weren’t. I long for those days, back in the day, when I was not all liturgy geek-i-fied, super rubrics loving, church and liturgical season knowing. I was, *gasp* young and evangelical. Oh sure, call me naive. I was, sort of. My faith was definitely in the emotional best friends with Jesus stage. I was an Easter People, you know, "
Ev’ry day’s resurrection day, the past is over and gone." Not that Jesus is not my friend, He is. For sure.
I know, I should be all into this dark season. I need to walk the season of the cross, take up my own. I get it, I do. Is it wrong to look around and wish that the crabby, stressed out people, priests and lay people alike, would just get friggin’ happy? They are all driving me NUTS. I am driving me NUTS. *sheesh*
I’ll be honest, I miss the "Alleluia, Alleluia" so much, in more ways than I can even begin to share.
God of mercy, ______________________________________________. And be with Mark, his family, and the communities of Mercy Seat and House of Mercy. God, I don’t know what is next, what You would have me be and do, but say the word Lord, just say the word. God, settle my heart and help me to be a bit less snarky, less say, … of a total bitch. Help me be the light. In the name of Jesus, my friend (and savior). Amen.