Response #5 Snow Sludge

Mysterious Theologian: Chase

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A Prayer of Sludge and Snow

God, the snow doesn’t start out grimy. Neither do I. Snow becomes grimy. And so do I. On Sunday your word falls on me and the world becomes clear and bright. I feel renewed, cleansed, and capable of doing your will. But by Monday I am tired. By Tuesday I am annoyed. By Wednesday I am disgusted. By Thursday I am broken. By Friday I am desperate and by Saturday I am in doubt. Stay with me God. Send me, each day, the word that reveals your reign in this world and shake the sludge off of me. Give me vision, give me hope, and give me the power to see and do your will throughout the week.

Amen.

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Response #4 Smog

Mysterious Theologian: Benimage

Oh omnipresent Smog, though you formed me to filled with your pure Spirit, in my ignorance and greed I have corrupted your life-giving breath.  In your mercy you show yourself as a pillar of toxic cloud that I may see the sin which chokes my soul and be led out of the industrial wasteland that I have built. Guide me to no longer consume the fuels of fossilized death, but set me on fire with your Holy Spirit, that others may see my clear light and give you praise.  Amen.