A Place at the Table - 48 - Poem
A Place at the Table - 48 - Conclusion
Seay ends the devotions with this marvelous poem by Walter Brueggemann…
We are your people, mostly privileged competent entitled. Your people who make futures for ourselves, seize opportunities, get the job done and move on.
In our self-confidence, we expect little beyond our productivity; we wait little for that which lies beyond us, and then settle with ourselves at the center.
And you, you in the midst of our privilege, our competence our entitlement.
You utter large, deep oaths beyond our imagined futures. You say— fear not, I am with you. You say— nothing shall separate us.
You say— something of new heaven and new earth. You say— you are mine; I have called you by name. You say— my faithfulness will show concretely and will abide.
And we find our privilege eroded by your purpose, our competence shaken by your future, our entitlement unsettled by your other children.
Give us grace to hear your promises. Give us freedom to trust your promises. Give us patience to wait and humility to yield our dreamed future to your large purpose.
We pray in the name of Jesus who is your deep yes over our lives.
I was struck by the “deep yes” in this poem/prayer. God is the ultimate yes and that is what was seen in Easter. God’s yes defeated anything and everything. The yes of the resurrection. The yes of forgiveness. The yes of hope.