Prayers

Proposal

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 3 Comments

Jesus bar-Yosef
House with a hole in the roof
Capernaum, Galilee

Dear sir:

In light of recent events which have damaged your public image, we offer our services as public relations consultants. We believe that we can increase your name recognition and your positive reputation.

To give you some idea of the value of our services, we would like to comment on two recent encounters that resulted in unnecessary conflict with significant public figures. You can evaluate our suggestions here and realize the benefits you would realize from a permanent business relationship with us.

We realize that your followers – or students; one of the things we’d like to clarify is their role in representing you and your ideas – were hungry while you were out walking with them that day. It is regrettable that they had not prepared for a trip. While we are not event planners, we recommend that you get some additional support to see that you are properly supplied.

The public relations concerns arose when they began to pluck grain on the sabbath. Everyone knows that the followers of a religious leader will be properly scrupulous about following the sabbath regulations. Indeed, a higher degree of respect for those practices is simply expected by the populace. In the moment, it would have gone much better if you had said, “Not now, friends. We don’t have far to go. There will be something to eat soon.”

You were walking just a short distance, weren’t you? We’re confident you were.

Alternatively, as noted above, you could have redirected them to use their pre-prepared foods. Best of all, you might have carried some yourself, and distributed those to your hungry followers. Imagine the positive responses to your generosity!

Then there was the man with the hand. We acknowledge that you actually broke no sabbath regulation at all. You didn’t anoint his hand with oil, which is permitted by most authorities. You didn’t even touch it.

Our concern is with your interaction with the other religious leaders in the room. Granted, they didn’t say anything to you. You might have interpreted that as consent, rather than challenging them for hardness of heart. You might also have said, “Let us see what miracles God will do on the sabbath,” which would have been very pious and quite successful.

Best of all, you could have said to the man, “Come see me tomorrow and we will see what God will do. Today we will rest, and God will rest.”

Frankly, Jesus, he’d been living with that hand for some time. One more day would not have been a burden.

These two events, and a couple of others, have generated some opposition to you and to your message. We firmly believe that you can move past them to a better, more productive relationship with the public at large and with your peers among the religious leadership. We think that some circumspection in some areas, and more emphasis of some elements of your teaching, will really resonate with the population. In short, we believe you have potential and hope to represent you.

The proposal in full is attached.

A poem/prayer based on Mark 2:23-3:6, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year B, Proper 4 (9).

The image is Christ Heals the Man with a Paralyzed Hand, a mosaic in the Cathedral of Monreale, Sicily, Italy (late 12th – mid-13th cent.). Photo by Sibeaster – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4515630.

Redemption of the Rock

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 5 Comments

“But Peter, standing with the eleven, raised his voice and addressed them…” – Acts 2:14 

Has there been enough time to redeem me?

“You’re the Rock,” smiled Jesus. Oh, yes. I’m the rock.
Always first to reply, always first to be chided. They smirked,
those eleven, every time I was caught
being first to say things they were thinking in silence.

Can a month or two’s passage possibly remake me?

“You’re the Rock,” they have said since the day that he rose.
“You’re the first to have seen him” – I open my mouth
to remind them of Magdalene, then shut it again.
“You’re the Rock.” Well, at least we’re a dozen again.

I wonder what time could refashion a rock?

I told them my shame which the Teacher predicted.
How could I hide it? They’d heard, and they’d seen
the look on my face on that terrible morning
when the heart of the Rock was as brittle as flint.

Passover to Pentecost can’t be enough time.

They never have heard what the Teacher said to me
that glorious day when his death turned to life.
My flint heart had shattered, and molten, ran over.
What words could declare the forgiveness he gave?

But can I be reborn in these brief fifty days?

The wind rushes madly. Lights leap on our brows.
Only the Marys sit silent, serenely. We’re out in the street.
My God, we look drunk. I’m speaking a language I don’t think I’ve heard.
How can I explain what has happened to me?

Fifty days weren’t enough, but a moment transformed me.

Now they look to the thick one, the Rock, to say something.
I have no skill with words. I was trained to the net.
But Jesus stayed with me, and I recall some things.
I’ll start with this verse that he taught me from Joel.

I guess fifty days is enough to redeem.

A poem/prayer based on Acts 2:1-21, the Revised Common Lectionary First Reading for Year B, Pentecost Sunday.

The image is The Penitent Saint Peter by El Greco (between 1590 and 1595) – https://collection.sdmart.org/objects-1/info/1090, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=119297661. The eyes contain some of the apostle’s self-doubt which I’ve tried to express in this poem.

Prayer for Mother’s Day 2024

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 2 Comments

O Holy God,

We pray for the mothers of the world: for the ones who have borne children, for the ones who have adopted children, for the ones who have, by the sharing of love and care, mothered someone or some ones around them. We thank you for the gift of love which mothers may share. We praise you for the care so many children receive from diligent and compassionate mothers. We ask your Holy Spirit to be present when motherhood stumbles and love fades, when children suffer neglect or abuse, or when a much-loved and much-loving mother is taken from them by the sad realities of the world.

We pray for the mothers who do not know where they will find the resources needed by their children. We pray for the mothers who do not know where they will find the resources needed for themselves. We pray for the mothers who, for whatever reasons, have yearned for and never had children. We pray for the mothers who struggle to live in war zones, or abusive homes, or with illness, or with children who do not return their love. We pray for mothers with gratitude and with urgency, when so many things can go wrong.

May we, as so many mother strive to do, live up to the high standards of your call. May we search diligently for truth and courageously bear witness to it. May we be held in your Holy Spirit when we need strength and renewal. May we be guided by your Holy Spirit when the time to work is at hand.

Jesus said he would gather the people as a mother hen gathers her chicks. Gather us, O God, and all those nations of the world, beneath the comfort of your wings.

Amen.

The image is a Pekin bantam hen with seven chicks. Photo by Calistemon – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=101140887.

World and World

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 3 Comments

“[Jesus prayed,] I am not asking you to take them out of the world, but I ask you to protect them from the evil one. They do not belong to the world, just as I do not belong to the world.” – John 17:15-16

Between the orbit paths of Jupiter and Mars,
a horde of planetoids and rocks and dust
surrounds the Sun, tracing their ellipses
in a dance with gravity.

One speculation to explain these asteroids
is that, long, long ago, a planet strayed too close
to Jupiter’s titanic tides of gravity, and broke
into these countless rocky shards.

When worlds almost collide, sometimes
a world breaks up, and leaves the other
without scar or trace of impact made.
One shatters. One remains.

Your followers, dear Jesus, live in both a world
of harshness, folly, lies, and fraud, and in
the world of God’s creative grace.
They seek to speak the one unto the other.

Yet when these worlds collide, or when
they pass too close, which one will break,
and which endure? Which one reflect
the sun, which one be hard to see?

Oh, let it be the world of God’s creative love!
Oh, let it be the world of Christ’s redeeming love!
Oh, let it be the world of grace and truth!
Oh, let it be! Oh, let it be!

A poem/prayer based on John 17:6-19, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year B, Seventh Sunday of Easter.

Image by NASA/JPL-Caltech – https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/images/asteroid/20180723/main-animation-16.gif, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=71080744.

On Second Thought, Call Me Servant

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 3 Comments

“[Jesus said,] I do not call you servants any longer, because the servant does not know what the master is doing; but I have called you friends, because I have made known to you everything that I have heard from my Father.” – John 15:15

Pedant that I am, I have to tell you, Jesus, that
you’ve never called us servants.
Students, yes, and followers.
You’ve nicknamed some of us
(and isn’t Simon just the perfect Rock
(between the ears?)) but never
servants.

To tell the truth, I can’t recall you’ve called
us friends. It’s quite a lift
from slave to friend you’ve given us.
And all you’ve asked is that we love
each other as you’ve shown your love to us.
That’s your command: it makes us friends, not
servants.

I wish I were as sure as you that I
know what you’re doing, Jesus. I
don’t think that I do. If I’ve been quicker on
the uptake than our brother Simon Rock,
he’s not the brightest lamp within the room.
I hardly feel I know what friends would know, not
servants.

If I let fall the barriers I’ve used to hide
the things you’ve told us from my understanding, then
I know the reasons you have called us friends. And I’m
not comfortable with that. Friends are responsible
for what they do in friendship. They have to think
and act themselves, not wait for orders like a
servant.

On sound reflection, Jesus, might you
reconsider making us your friends? Might you not
step forth majestically in power? Then we,
your servants, rise with you, to rule
with humble title but substantial privilege.
Set our direction, Jesus, as your servants, not
your friends.

A poem/prayer based on John 15:9-17, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year B, Sixth Sunday of Easter.

The image is a page from the Targmanchats Gospels (1232), ms2743 Matenadaran collection. Photo by Grigor – https://regionalpost.org/en/articles/a-treasury-of-medieval-thought-in-a-modern-institution.html, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=119401477.

I Fear I am not God

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 2 Comments

There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear; for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not reached perfection in love. – 1 John 4:18

Fear is not just about punishment, John.
Fear is also about being hurt.
Fear is about taking a risk.
Fear is about the unknown.

I fear punishment, of course.
The pain is not just the harsh words,
hard tones, spoken to me.
I punish myself as well.

I fear as well the hurt
that is not punishment,
but comes from accident
or malice done around me.

I fear to take a risk, of course,
because, deserved or not,
if risk turns into failure,
I will feel the pain.

And I fear the unknown
because who knows (I don’t)
what dangers lurk for me,
what hurts I’ll face and feel?

So John, I know that God is love,
rejoice that God loves without fear.
I live in love and fear.
I fear I am not God.

A poem/prayer based on 1 John 4:7-21, the Revised Common Lectionary Second Reading for Year B, Fifth Sunday of Easter.

Self-portrait by Eric Anderson.

Strange Defense

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 1 Comment

“[Peter said,] ‘This Jesus is ‘the stone that was rejected by you, the builders; it has become the cornerstone.'” – Acts 4:11

Your Honor, I am here accused. They say
I spoke of resurrection. Yes, I did.
They say I said this comes from Jesus, and:
I did. They say what you can plainly see.
I am no educated scholar, no
respected sage, no doctor of the law.

Because of this, they take me up before
you as an agitator who disturbs
the peace, the truth, the faith, the way, the light.
They say I should be silenced, voice unheard,
the things I’ve seen forgotten, left untold,
until no one remembers anything.

Were I to make a strong defense, I’d tell
you that your officers misheard our words,
misunderstood what little they had heard.
We made no claims like those of which we stand
accused. We spoke of resurrected hopes
alone, within this man who now can walk.

Alas, I make no strong defense. Instead,
I’ll make those claims again for you to hear.
In Jesus there is resurrection of
the body and of hope, of healing and
of joy restored. And neither John nor I
can hold our tongues from sharing this great news.

I’m sorry, in a way, that my defense
is only to repeat the offense that
has brought me here before you in this place.
I’m sorry that it grieves you, and I hope
beyond imagination, that it moves
you to a mercy given, mercy then

received.

A poem/prayer based on Acts 4:5-12, the Revised Common Lectionary First Reading for Year B, Fourth Sunday of Easter.

The image is a part of the Sarcophagus of Marcus Claudianus (ca. 330-335, Palazzo Massimo, Rome): Detail, The Arrest of Peter. Photo by Dick Stracke – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31956813.

Imperfect Children

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 2 Comments

Beloved, we are God’s children now; what we will be has not yet been revealed. – 1 John 3:2

Once upon a time –
Or many times upon a time, I’m sure –
A child pooped while in the bath.

“Clay of my clay,” they thought,
and with the smelly umber made new art
upon the tiled walls,

Until the laughing, grossed-out parents
scrubbed it all away
and washed it down the drain.

We are your children, God,
imperfect still, inclined to build
our lives with grosser stuff than poop,

Uncertain when we’ll know just who
and what we yet may be,
and when we’ll be that one,

And when our grand creations stand
the press of soapy sponge and water,
to please ourselves and you.

A poem/prayer based on 1 John 3:1-7, the Revised Common Lectionary Second Reading for Year B, Third Sunday of Easter.

The photo of a bathtub is by L.M.Arias – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17573377.

Demand

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 5 Comments

“[Thomas said,] ‘Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.'” – John 20:25

So now I, too, demand, O Christ, to see
your wounded hands and side, your living skin,
as Thomas asked, and I, too, will agree
that second-hand report tends toward chagrin.
As much as I appreciate the word
that blessed are they – am I – those who believe
without the gift of sight, the centuries have blurred
what they reported. Some try to deceive
us, with their testimonies falsified.
They do not claim you dead, but kill your way
of all-surpassing love. That they deride,
your new commandment now they disobey.
For centuries we have embraced this strife
Instead of taking hold of your new life.

A poem/prayer based on John 20:19-31, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel Reading for Year B, Second Sunday of Easter.

The image is The Incredulity of Saint Thomas by Caravaggio (ca. 1602) – http://www.christusrex.org/www2/art/images/carav10.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6804893.

As an undergrad, I studied stage lighting. Caravaggio’s use of light and shadow taught me a great deal. In this painting, the shadows on Thomas’ bright forehead reveal his stunned astonishment.

The Rainbow of Tears

/ Rev. Eric Anderson / 1 Comment

“But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb.” – John 20:11a

Indigo: How can I approach you, Healing One,
without my proof of grief?

Blue: How can I approach you, Messiah,
unless my eyes are misty?

Green: How can I approach you, Rabbouni,
except with flowing tears?

Gold: How can I approach you, Holy One,
without the tears of joy?

A poem/prayer based on John 20:1-18, the Revised Common Lectionary Alternate Gospel Reading for Year B, Resurrection of the Lord.

The image is a photo of a statue of Mary Magdalene in the Sépulcre de l’église Saint-Martin (Arc-en-Barrois, France). Photo by User:Vassil – File:Sépulcre_Arc-en-Barrois_111008_12.jpg, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=16942922.