Still Speaking God, you spoke the Word of creation, and being was. We see your wonders encoded in DNA, supernovas, sleeping infants. And as you spoke us into being, so we seek to speak of you, in praise and joy, using words, some ancient, some new. Forgive our sometimes stuttering attempts at praise, our clumsy language of love. Remind us always that we are a people of story, words shaping our praise, words shaped by our tradition. Bless our words, and move us beyond them, beyond the book we love, beyond our meetings and votes, move us into the still silence with which you speak us. Amen.
Sermons, Rites, and Prayers of a Progressive Pastor