God of wind and flame,
blow into our lives. Ignite the fire of
hope, fan the flames of possibility.
Transform us into a people who share
your love with a world in pain,
a people who proclaim your hope into a
world given to despair,
a people who live as though the world
can be changed into the kingdom that is to come.
Baptizing God, who calls us to be a
baptizing community,
you speak to us in many languages over
the course of our lives:
the burbles and laughs and wails of
infancy,
the indistinct speech and partial words
of toddlerhood,
the strange syntax and slang of late
childhood and adolescence,
the full language of adulthood,
the quavering speech and muted tones of
old age.
Speak to us in the language that we
need to hear today,
hear us in the language that we speak.
God of many languages.
You sing the language of joy with us,
you join us in the dance of life.
Hear all of your children who sing and
dance and praise this morning,
those who celebrate new life with all
the possibilities of the future,
those who celebrate relationships, both
the new and exciting and the long-term yet still exciting,
those for whom the wonder of life fills
their being to the limit,
may they hear your voice joining in the
singing and the shouting...
...time of silence...
And
yet, God of life,
you
also speak the languages of pain, of sorrow, of fear, of despair.
Hear
all your children who speak, who wail, who whisper in these languages
this day:
those
who find themselves in hospital beds, or waiting anxiously beside
those beds,
those
who gather to say farewell to one who is traveling, or one who is
moving,
those
who gather at graveside to say that longer farewell,
those
who worry about where the next meal, or the next rent cheque, will
come from,
those
who live in places where peace is just a word, a faint hope, a
distant dream,
May
all those whose language is rent by pain hear you lamenting with
them,
...time of silence...
God of
Pentecost, God who speaks with many tongues, God who makes God-self
known in many ways,
fill
us with Your Spirit this and every morning,
hear
the prayers we share using many different languages,
we
pray in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, the one we call Christ, whose
life,
death
and resurrection show us the path to the Kingdom.
We
pray as people of the Spirit,
who
lights our fires, who fills our lungs with air,
who
blows us out into the world to live and serve.
Amen.