We are divided by race, color, creed, tribe, gender, and sexual orientation.
So, please, we beg you, God of love, please look down and see your people through. If ever, Lord of sustenance and hope, there was a day where we needed to believe in the power of Sunday, it is this day. This was the day that the laughter of derision and prejudice rang from a hill on the wrong side of town. This was the day that breath was choked out by the power of authority and institutionalized oppression. This was the day that the blood poured out and showed itself the same color as any of us despite the suspicions. This was the day that the hate drove deep like a nail in the flesh to take away what was perceived to be a threat.
This was the day when the hammer rang out like a gunshot in the light of day, and another life was taken. That suffering was not the whole story, that blood that spills and pain that shouts and breath that leaves does not sum up our existence it was this day. If ever there was a day we needed to believe that death was not the last word. If ever there was a day we needed to be able to hope that Sunday was coming, it was this day. “Come Sunday”, words and music Edward Kennedy “Duke” Ellington, God of love, please look down and see my people through. Give us, once more, the command we ignore.Ĭome Sunday, oh, come Sunday, that’s the day.
Let us not gulp grace and then leave all alone. Let us not be too quick to be declared clean, Let us sit with you and hang on every word that you say, This hate that divides us and tears at our soul?ĭid we leave the table too soon on that night,Ĭoncerned about getting our individual graceīut avoiding the directive to love with your love?īring us back, loving Lord of life and death, Where you told them to love with the love that you loved,Īnd he knelt on your neck until you breathed your last breath. He missed the command, that “maundy” moment, The stain that took up residence in his heart,īut still you gave him bread, that you called your bodyĪnd told him to do what he was going to do. You showed him service, love without words. You knelt before him and washed his feet, That Thursday night we have come to call holy, He sat at the table with you on that night,
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