*Excerpted from Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace
O God of timelessness and time,
I thank you for my time
and for those things that are yet possible
and precious in it:
daybreak and beginning again,
midnight and the touch of angels,
the taming of demons in the dance of dreams;
a word of forgiveness,
and sometimes a song,
for my breathing…my life.
Thank you for work
which engages me in an internal debate
between right and reward
and stretches me toward responsibility
to those who pay for my work,
and to those who cannot pay because they have no work;
for justice
which repairs the devastations of poverty;
for liberty
which extends to the captives of violence;
for healing
which binds up the broken bodied and broken hearted;
for bread broken
for all the hungry of the earth;
for good news
of love which is stronger than death;
and for peace
for all to sit under fig trees and not be afraid;
for my calling…my life.
