How You’ve Changed by The Animals
God of the outstretched hand,
in Christ you are moved
with anger and pity
at a world which labels
and rejects its children:
release us from the lie
that we are born unclean
and shape a new community
where all may be accepted;
through Jesus Christ, the companion of lepers.
Change is the new,
word for god,
to raise a song
a sea of wrongs,
like other gods,
and estrange us.
we seem to say,
Trying to Name What Doesn’t Change
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Roselva says the only thing that doesn’t change
is train tracks. She’s sure of it.
The train changes, or the weeds that grow up spidery
by the side, but not the tracks.
I’ve watched one for three years, she says,
and it doesn’t curve, doesn’t break, doesn’t grow.
Peter isn’t sure. He saw an abandoned track
near Sabinas, Mexico, and says a track without a train
is a changed track. The metal wasn’t shiny anymore.
The wood was split and some of the ties were gone.
Every Tuesday on Morales Street
butchers crack the necks of a hundred hens.
The widow in the tilted house
spices her soup with cinnamon.
Ask her what doesn’t change.
The rose curls up as if there is fire in the petals.
The cat who knew me is buried under the bush.
The train whistle still wails its ancient sound
but when it goes away, shrinking back
from the walls of the brain,
it takes something different with it every time.
A person with a skin disease approached Jesus, fell to his knees, and begged, “If you want, you can make me clean.”
Incensed, Jesus reached out his hand, touched him, and said, “I do want to. Be clean.” Instantly, the skin disease left him, and he was clean. Sternly, Jesus sent him away, saying, “Don’t say anything to anyone. Instead, go and show yourself to the priest and offer the sacrifice for your cleansing that Moses commanded. This will be a testimony to them.”
Instead, he went out and started talking freely and spreading the news so that Jesus wasn’t able to enter a town openly. He remained outside in deserted places, but people came to him from everywhere.
Peace Train by Cat Stevens
by Abby Reynolds, adapted
O Faithful God,
We ask you to guide us in times of transition.
We need your wisdom, that we might be receptive to change, conversion and growth.
We need your grace to redirect our hearts so we may be willing to offer ourselves in joyful service.
Help us to not allow fear, ignorance or pride to limit the work of your Spirit. Amen.
The Lord’s Prayer
Holy One, our only Home,
hallowed be your name.
May your day dawn,
your will be done,
here, as in heaven.
Feed us today, and forgive us
as we forgive each other.
Do not forsake us at the test,
but deliver us from evil.
For the glory, the power,
and the mercy are yours,
now and forever. Amen.
A Change is Gonna Come by The Fugees
May God’s hope be a clearing sky before us,
a compass in our hearts
guiding us to where we belong;
and the blessing of God,
the Mind, the Idea, and the Expression,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.