6/29/26
NIGHT PRAYER: Monday 6/29
6/28/26
My first "250th Anniversary" moment...
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
Monday Morning Offering: 6/29
Image: George Mendoza
Good morning, good God!
So today, Lord...
I offer you the musings
of my mind's imagination
and pray you’ll enlighten me
with insight, truth and prudence...
I offer you the words I speak,
the words I write and post,
and pray you'll sift them through the sieve
of clarity, charity and wisdom...
I offer you my soul's desires,
my passions, thirsts and hungers,
and pray you'll tend and tame me
with integrity and grace…
I offer you my deeds,
the things I do, day in, day out,
and pray you'll teach my heart to give
with ready generosity…
I offer you my attitude,
my feelings and my moods
and pray you’ll heal and lift me up
with hope, in peace, to joy...
I offer you my weaknesses,
my failings, faults and sins
and pray you’ll pardon all of them
with mercy undeserved…
I offer you today, Lord,
the whole of who I am:
change me, mold and shape me,
recreate me in your love…
I offer you the week ahead,
its trials and its troubles,
and pray you'll stand right by my side
to hold me fast to you...
Amen.
Homily: Just a cup of cold water...
Above you'll find a video of my homily for Sunday, June 28. (If you don't find a video, click here!) Here's the gospel on which my homily is based and below you'll find the text of my homily.
Perhaps the most important word in the gospel we just heard is: WHOEVER.
Jesus says some very strong things here…
He calls us to love him - more than we love our mother and father… and to love him more than we love our own sons and daughters.
And he calls us to take up whatever might be the cross (or crosses) in our lives and to carry them, to deal with them, to work with them: honestly, generously, and lovingly.
And whom does he call to do all of this? WHOEVER.
All of us.
He calls WHOEVER would be his disciple.
Your very presence here this morning tells me, tells the Lord, that YOU want to be his disciple. He asks all this of:
WHOEVER asks for God's mercy to forgive our sins, great and smooth;
WHOEVER pleads for God's healing touch in those places where we find ourselves wounded and hurt;
WHOEVER longs for some peace, some joy, in the midst of loneliness and suffering, and pain;
WHOEVER desires to know the truth, in the midst of doubt and confusion, whoever reaches out for courage and strength in the midst of fatigue and weakness.
WHOEVER prays for God's help and grace in the midst of worry and trouble;
WHOEVER desires life – forever - in heaven - with God.
WHOEVER… and that includes, of course, all of us.
And that's not even ALL he asks of us.
Jesus also calls me to be willing to lose my life for his sake, to be willing
to give up,
to give away,
to let go,
to sacrifice,
to distance myself from,
to disengage from
anyone or anything
that might come between me and my God.
And THAT'S not all!
Jesus calls me to welcome the PROPHET. And let's be clear here. Jesus isn't talking about somebody who tells the future. No. In the scriptures, the prophet is the one who stands up and speaks the truth about – now; about the moment we're in. The prophet is the one who speaks the truth that no one really wants to hear. And the prophet speaks it when no one wants to hear it. The prophet is anyone who holds up a mirror in which we see the truth of who we are - and who we are not. The prophet is the one who says OUT LOUD what many are afraid to admit… or acknowledge - or even whisper.
The prophet is the one who tenderly COMFORTS THE AFFLICTED, and who boldly AFFLICTS THE COMFORTABLE. All for the sake of, in the name of - God.
And THAT’S not all!
Jesus calls all of us (WHOEVER) to all of this - all of the time. There is no vacation for whoever might call herself, might call himself a follower of Jesus. There's no time off. We're called to give of ourselves at all times. Whenever we see or meet or discover a brother, or sister, or neighbor: alone, or in need, in need of our presence, our help, our love. --- Even, says Jesus, even if that's only someone who's thirsty for a cold cup of water…
And when Jesus gets that specific, we need to pay attention. He's not writing a point-by -point handbook for discipleship here. What he IS doing is setting a standard, a high standard, a demanding standard, a standard against which we are called to measure our lives as his disciples. WHOEVER would follow Jesus is called - in big ways and small ways - to lay down their life for others. WHOEVER… and that means all of us here this morning: you and me.
Sometimes, the scriptures’ message is a hard saying - and that's what we have today. And there's no way for me to, responsibly or neatly, tie all this up and make it something simple. It isn't. It's hard.
So let me suggest that there are two ways we might respond to Jesus' words here.
- I can either measure my life by his words,
see how incredibly far I fall short -
and give up.
Too much! Can't do it!
OR...
- I can measure my discipleship by his words,
see where I don't measure up -
and pledge, beginning now, this morning,
here in St. Ann Church
pledge to make a conscious effort
in the week ahead
- to lose myself for his sake...
In the week ahead, to pledge, to be willing
to give up,
to give away,
to let go,
to sacrifice,
to distance myself from,
to disengage from
anyone or anything
that might come between me and my God.
I’d like to let you know that you're a preacher this morning - as he wrote those words - I'll tell you exactly what came to my mind. So I'm wondering - rhetorical question - what came to your mind about what you might need or be willing to give up, give away, let go, sacrifice, disengage from, distance yourself from anyone or anything in your life. that might be coming between you and your God.
And if THAT’S too daunting… how about this?
Could we think about losing at least a LITTLE more of myself in the week ahead - than I did in the week this past? To lose a LITTLE more of myself: for his sake, for the sake of my neighbor, for my own sake - for the sake of my relationship with Jesus - as my hope, for life, forever, with him in heaven.
And if THAT’S too daunting, then just try to keep your eyes open this week, and look for someone who's thirsty…
Someone who's thirsty for some company,
for some help, some assistance…
Someone who's thirsty for some support…
Someone who's thirsty for a kind word…
Someone who's thirsty for you…
And then...
find a way to give that one person
- a cup of cold water.



