Hometown Glory by Adele
we take offence
at your humanity;
we lose our faith
that you can change us:
come to us
who are your own;
convert our inward looking eyes
and take us on the road
where all is lost
and all is gained,
through Jesus Christ, the prophet.
Perhaps this is the house I lived in
when neither I nor earth existed,
when all was moon or stone or darkness,
when still light was unborn.
Perhaps then this stone was
my house, my windows or my eyes.
This rose of granite reminds me
of something that dwelled in me or I in it,
a cave, or cosmic head of dreams,
cup or castle, ship or birth.
I touch the stubborn spirit of rock,
its rampart pounds in the brine,
and my flaws remain here,
wrinkled essence that rose
from the depths to my soul,
and stone I was, stone I will be. Because of this
I touch this stone, and for me it hasn’t died:
it’s what I was, what I will be, resting
from a struggle long as time.
by Antonio Machado
are the only road, nothing else.
As you walk, you make your own road,
you see the path
you will never travel again.
are to drink from;
the bad thing is that we don’t know
what thirst is for.
that are no good at sea;
anchor, rudder, oars,
and the fear of going down.
Jesus left that place and came to his hometown. His disciples followed him. On the Sabbath, he began to teach in the synagogue. Many who heard him were surprised. “Where did this man get all this? What’s this wisdom he’s been given? What about the powerful acts accomplished through him? Isn’t this the carpenter? Isn’t he Mary’s son and the brother of James, Joses, Judas, and Simon? Aren’t his sisters here with us?” They were repulsed by him and fell into sin.
Jesus said to them, “Prophets are honored everywhere except in their own hometowns, among their relatives, and in their own households.” He was unable to do any miracles there, except that he placed his hands on a few sick people and healed them. He was appalled by their disbelief.
Then Jesus traveled through the surrounding villages teaching.
He called for the Twelve and sent them out in pairs. He gave them authority over unclean spirits. He instructed them to take nothing for the journey except a walking stick—no bread, no bags, and no money in their belts. He told them to wear sandals but not to put on two shirts. He said, “Whatever house you enter, remain there until you leave that place. If a place doesn’t welcome you or listen to you, as you leave, shake the dust off your feet as a witness against them.” So they went out and proclaimed that people should change their hearts and lives. They cast out many demons, and they anointed many sick people with olive oil and healed them.
Old Home Town by Hobnail Boots
Litany of the Holy Spirit
Promise of the Father
Life of Jesus
Pledge and Guarantee
Reminder of the Mystery
Knower of All Things
Overcomer of the Gap
Always Already Awareness
Mutual Yearning Place
Hidden Love of God
Fire of Life and Love
Non Violence of God
Seal of the Incarnation
First Fruit of Everything
Father and Mother of Orphans
God’s Secret Plan
Great Bridge Builder
Warmer of Hearts
Space Between Everything
Wind of Change
Cloud of Unknowing
Deepest Level of our Longing
Softener of our spirit
Will of God
Generosity of the Creator
Our Shared Joy
The Welcoming Within
Eternal Lasting Covenant
Contract Written on our Hearts
Desiring of God
You who pray in us, through us, with us, for us, and in spite of us
The Lord’s Prayer
O Divine Womb,
birthing forth the river of blessing which runs through all,
Soften the ground of our being,
and hallow in us a space for the planting of thy presence.
In our depths,
sow thy seed with its greening-power
that we might be midwives to thy Reign.
Then, let each of our actions
bear fruit in accordance with thy desire.
Impart to us the wisdom to bring forth the gifts of the earth
and share them daily according to the needs of each being,
And restore that which has been usurped
by injustice to its rightful owners,
as we restore to others that which is not our own.
Do not let us be seduced
by that which would divert us from our purpose,
but make us sensitive to the moment at hand.
For from thy fertile soil is born the creativity,
the life-energy, and the dance,
from birthing to birthing. Ameyn.
Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
May we who have been touched
by the Word made flesh
be God’s body for the world;
God’s hands to bring blessings,
God’s senses to bring glory,
in the promise of creation restored;
and the blessing of God,
the Overflowing Font, the Living Water, and the Flowing River,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.