Denver - hot (1), sunny,
Marquette - blizzard aftermath -
but we're coming home.
(1) 65 in shade, feels like at least 70 in the sun.
God,
Protector of the poor, the weak, the most vulnerable -
You prodded Joseph to gather up Mary and the Baby
and run to safety in Egypt.
Our hearts break for parents around our world today
who gather up their children
but have no place to run
from violence and oppression,
from hunger and sickness,
from poverty and harsh weather.
Spread over them your holy wings, dear Savior.
Keep them safe today
and help them find a peaceful tomorrow.
Kelly Lattimore Our Lady Protectress of the Most Vulnerable
and a bonus prayer -
We think of him as safe beneath the steeple,
Or cozy in a crib beside the font,
But he is with a million displaced people
On the long road of weariness and want.
For even as we sing our final carol
His family is up and on that road,
Fleeing the wrath of someone else’s quarrel,
Glancing behind and shouldering their load.
Whilst Herod rages still from his dark tower
Christ clings to Mary, fingers tightly curled,
The lambs are slaughtered by the men of power,
And death squads spread their curse across the world.
But every Herod dies, and comes alone
To stand before the Lamb upon the throne.
-Malcolm Guite, Refugee

(apparently this got written but not actually posted yesterday)
Lord God,
when Joseph and Mary found themselves in an untenable situation,
you sent an angel into Joseph's dream
to point the wway forward.
As I sleep this night
may my dreams be open to any angels you may send,
and when I awake
may I see more clearly the dream you have for your Creation
and how my part in it might move it forward.
My soul is waiting to magnify you, Lord -
but the more I think about how great you are
and about how mighty is your arm,
the more I notice that the deserts of Gaza and Ukraine
are still in tatters,
and the more I notice that the powerful
still lord it over the meek,
and the more I notice that the poor
are getting hungrier day by day.
I know there are small acts of kindness and care
in the midst of each of these disasters,
and I give you thanks and praise for your presence among and within them.
Lift us up Lord,
and set our feet on solid ground
and our spirits will rejoice in you, our Savior,
in each generation, now and forever.
Oompa, oompa, oomph -
Oompa, oompa, oompapa -
T'was Tuba Christmas!
And it was fun, not really "oompa-y" at all. About 30 baritone, euphoniums (which are pretty much the same except for shape of bell), and tubas played a variety of carols including "O Holy Night" and a setting of three of the "Burt carols" - Marquette native. And the sun came out!
Scanning the horizon, Lord,
for some sign of John the Forerunner.
The lion, the lamb, the wolf, the sheep, the ox and the goats,
the kings and peasants
the oppressed and the oppressors
they are all here -
in the world around me
and in my own heart.
And frankly, things are getting tense.
So any time, Lord, any time.
Sun climbs above trees, as moon sinks beneath roof-lines, in between - it's me! And a new day dawning.