God of time and space and all creation,

the heavens proclaim your glory

and your Word tells the dream you have for us.

We weep and mourn -

   fires and storms,

   wars and refugees,

   abuse, unkindness, untruth -

when we realize how far we are from what you intend.

And yet still Jesus says this is the year of your favor,

   with good news to the poor,

   sight to the blind,

   release to those captive to fear and sin and death.

Help us believe enough to eat the rich foods,

and drink the sweet wine of life in joy and peace,

and send -

   food, clothes, shelter, medical care, safety -

to those for whom nothing is prepared.

Help us believe, help us believe that much.