The House that Guilt Built by The Wrens
whose name is not ours
to claim and own:
we come to you with empty hands
and fragile foundations;
free us from the desire
to judge who is yours and who is not
that we might live in freedom,
rooted and grounded in your love alone;
translated by Tony Barnstone and Bilal Shaw
Now let me live somewhere with no one,
no one understands me or my speech.
I’d like to build a doorless, wall-less house,
with nobody for a neighbour, no one for a protector.
Then when I fall sick, no one will be my healer.
When I die, my laments will be sung by no one.
translated by John Stevens
I walk alone.My begging bowl
accepts the falling leaves.I have no home;
autumn deepens.Nothing left to eat;
All day I said nothing-
the sound of waves.
Hidden away in
a broken-down hut,
my broken-down life.
“Not everybody who says to me, ‘My Saviour! My Saviour!’ will get into the kindom of heaven. Only those who do the will of Abba God in heaven will enter. On the Judgment Day, many people will say to me, ‘Saviour! Saviour! Didn’t we prophesy in your name and expel demons in your name and do lots of miracles in your name?’ Then I’ll tell them, ‘I’ve never known you. Get away from me, you evildoers!’
“Everybody who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise builder who built a house on bedrock. The rain fell, the floods came, and the wind blew and beat against that house. It didn’t fall because it was firmly set on bedrock. But everybody who hears these words of mine and doesn’t put them into practice will be like a fool who built a house on sand. The rain fell, the floods came, and the wind blew and beat against that house. It fell and was completely destroyed.”
When Jesus finished these words, the crowds were amazed at his teaching because he was teaching them like someone with authority and not like their legal experts.
The House that Dripped Blood by The Mountain Goats
by Helen Taylor, adapted
Bless our homes, O Lord we pray; Make them safe by night and day;
Bless the walls so firm and stout, Keeping want and trouble out;
Bless the roofs and chimneys tall, Let thy peace lie over all;
Bless the doors, that they may prove ever open to joy and love.
Bless these windows shining bright, Letting in God’s heav’nly light;
Bless the hearths a’blazing there, With smoke ascending like a prayer;
Bless the folks who dwell within, Keep them loved and free from sin;
Bless us all that we may be safe O Lord to dwell with thee;
Bless us all that this day we may dwell O Lord with thee.
The Lord’s Prayer
Blessed One, our Father and our Mother, our Parent,
Holy is your name.
May your love be enacted in the world.
May your will be done
On earth as in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread
And forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.
Save us in the time of trial
and deliver us from evil.
For all that we do in your love,
and all that your love brings to birth,
and the fullness of love that will be
are yours, now and forever. Amen.
Lighthouse by Jill Scott
May we drink deeply
from God’s cup of joy.
May the night bring us quiet.
And when we come
to God’s palace
may the door be open
and the welcome warm.
And may the blessing of God – the Creator, the Spirit, and the Word,
be with us and remain with us always. Amen.