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Thematic Prayer | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

From the Revised Common Lectionary website here.

Creator God,
you prepare a new way in the wilderness
and your grace waters the desert.
Help us to recognize your hand
working miracles beyond our imagining.
Open our hearts to be transformed
by the new thing you are doing,
so that our lives may proclaim
the extravagance of your love for all,
and its presence in Jesus Christ. Amen.

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The Gift | A Poem by John Stuart

John Stuart, who blogs here, shared this poem he wrote inspired by the gospel text for this week. Enjoy!

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Psalm 126 | Paraphrase by Michael Morgan | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

The following paraphrase of Psalm 126 is from my dear friend and mentor, Michael Morgan. This paraphrase of Psalm 126 (and, in fact, every psalm) can be found in his published psalter, Psalter for Christian Worship, Revised Edition. The suggested tunes for this Psalm (8.7.8.7. D) are IN BARILONE, HOLY MANNA, and BEACH SPRING. Psalm 126 is the lectionary psalm for the fifth sunday in lent, year c.

When the Lord brought home our treasure,
     All delights were like a dream;
In defeat, a shout of vict’ry;
     In the sand, a flowing stream.
Mouths that once were parched with anguish
     Now with shouts of joy are filled;
Laughter now displaces sadness
     For the goodness God has willed.

Bring us back to former glory,
     Lost through years of exile’s pain;
Generations long forgotten
     Seek God’s favor to regain.
Those who plant their seeds with grieving,
     Wetting soil with falling tears,
Shall rejoice in time of harvest,
     Reaping hope for all their years.

Used with permission from Michael Morgan.

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Prayer of Confession (1) | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

From Feasting on the Word – Worship Companion, edited by Kimberly Bracken Long.

Purifying God,
we grow comfortable with the way things are
in our lives, in the church, and in the world.
We do not always welcome the new life you offer in Christ,
for you overturn our notions of power and protocol.
Sure of our own righteousness, we are critical of others.
Wanting to control our assets,
we hoard the gifts you give us.
Forgive us, we pray, for seeking our gain at the expense of others.
Help us bend our lives toward your own life of self-giving and sacrifice.
Fill us, our homes and churches, the whole world,
with the abundant love of Christ until all are made new.
In Christ’s name, we pray. Amen.

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Prayer for the Fourth Week in Lent | EverydayLiturgy.Com

The following prayer is from EverydayLiturgy.com.

God of Peace,

You sustain us through every storm and temptation.
You are in the midst of the tempest protecting us from harm
and you show your loving-kindness through your deliverance.

We look to you as our hope, come from heaven to earth,
to show us the way to your kingdom of unending light.

When we are hungry we become full from your compassion.
When we are thirsty we become satisfied by your mercy.
When we are tired we become rested by your faithfulness.

We look to you as our refuge, the Prince of Peace,
who comes as the judge and advocates on our behalf.

Show us your way O Lord, that we not depart from it.
Deliver us from our iniquities, that in your love
We become whole, devout and true, obedient
only to your will and the blessed rule of your Son.

Amen

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A Prayer for Late in Lent | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

The following prayer is from the United Methodist Church.

God of the desert,
God of the forty years of wandering,
God of the forty days in the wilderness,
bring us to the waters of the Jordan
and into Easter’s promise.
Sustain us in the remaining days of this Lenten desert
so that at last we rejoice in the contrasts
of fasting and feasting,
of stones one side of the waters
and of milk and honey on the other.

Steady us so that we are present
to the rigors of each day’s trek.
Let unsought silences and deprivations
be occasions to “be overruled and swallowed up”
in your vast action.
Turn hungers for the things that we left behind in Egypt
into spiritual leanness glad for the Bread of Heaven.
Increase in us hospitality to the stranger.
Convert us as we journey
with candidates for baptism and confirmation.
Subdue the enemy within us
as you make peace in all the world.
Work repentance in your church
until our unity in Christ overpowers
our cherished divisions.
Go before us as the desert gives way to Easter’s Alleluia.
Amen.

Quotation from Evelyn Underhill’s “Abba” based on her retreat address on the Lord’s Prayer.

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Prayer of Praise and Trust (Psalm 126) | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

The following prayer is by Joan Stott.

We come offering praise and glory to our great and glorious God who has breathed new life into our dry and dusty souls, giving us fresh hope and new enthusiasms for life and living, both individually and as a community of faith. We have each experienced times of loss and disappointment, yet our trustworthy God has turned these sorrows and pains into times of hope and expectation, breathing new life and joy into all our actions; as we seek to live in and through God.

Holy God, we pray that we may be good representatives and stewards of our roles and responsibilities, as we daily seek to live a faithful witness to you. We hope that others may see and know, that you are a God who is worthy of all honour and worship, and that your faithfulness and mercy is available to all who respond, and offer their love and commitment to you.

Renewing and restoring God, we rejoice in the new beginnings that you have made possible for us through your generous and forgiving love; and that past tears and regrets can stay in the past; and that with your inspiration and encouragement, we may reap a harvest of joy and peace, as your name is honoured and praised forever. Amen.

— Joan Stott, posted on the Geelong City Parish UCA website. If used in shared worship, please provide an acknowledgement as follows: © 2011 Joan Stott – “The Timeless Psalms” RCL Psalm Year B, used with permission.

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Call to Worship (2) | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

Though we could be resentful,
we come to give thanks.
Though we could be complaining,
we come to offer appreciation.
Though we could be upset about what we lack,
we come in gratitude for what we have.
We enter now into this time of worship
carrying seed to sow, singing songs of joy,
rejoicing together.

~ written by Joanna Harader, and posted on the Spacious Faith blog. http://spaciousfaith.com/

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The Prophet Mary | Sermon by Barbara Brown Taylor | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

The following is one of my favorite sermons by Barbara Brown Taylor. It is based off of the gospel reading for the Fifth Sunday in Lent in Year C (John 12:1-8). Enjoy!

Today we are headed to a home in the Jerusalem suburb of Bethany, where Jesus stopped in to see his old friends Mary, Martha and Lazarus before he entered the city for the last time. He loved them, John tells us, although he does not tell us why. Maybe there is no “why” to love. They called him Lord, so they knew who he was, and yet they were not his disciples, at least not in any formal sense. They were his friends, the three people in whose presence he could be a man as well as a Messiah.

Just days before, Jesus had worked a miracle at their house. He had been across the river when the sisters’ urgent message reached him. “Lord,” it read, “he whom you love is ill.” So he had come to them, knowing full well it was too late. Lazarus was so dead that he stank, so dead that Jesus stood in front of his tomb and wept. Then he roared so loud at death that he scared death away. While the sisters tried to decide whether to run away too, their brother Lazarus came stumbling from his tomb, trailing his shroud behind him like a used cocoon.

Now Jesus has come back to Bethany with the temple posse hot on his trail. By raising Lazarus from the dead he has graduated from the category of “manageable nuisance” to “serious threat.” News of the incident has sent his followers over the top. There is not a chance Pilate is going to ignore them during the Passover festival. It is time for Jesus to be disappeared before he leads hundreds to their deaths. So his days are numbered and he knows it. When he arrives at his friends’ house in Bethany, they can see it on his face.

So they take him in and care for him, shutting the world out for this one night at least. Lazarus is still clumsy from his four days in the tomb. He sits and stares while Martha makes a stew. Mary, meanwhile, has slipped away, gone to find something in her room. Martha is used to this. Mary is always disappearing, even when she is sitting right there with everyone else. She gets this look on her face, like she’s listening to music no one else can hear. Martha knows there is nothing to be done but to work around her, being careful to reel Mary in when she drifts too far.

Finally, supper is on the table and they all sit down to eat, saying what they hope and hiding what they fear. Lazarus sits near his friend Jesus, unaware of the trade that has occurred. Jesus was safe across the river, beyond the reach of his enemies. By returning to Bethany, he has traded his life for the life of his friend. Funny, huh? The recently deceased Lazarus of Bethany will outlive the savior Jesus of Nazareth.

No one notices that Mary has gone again until she comes back holding a clay jar in her hands. Wordless, she kneels at Jesus’ feet and breaks the jar’s neck. The smell of spikenard fills the room–sharp scent halfway between mint and ginseng. Then, as everyone in the room watches her, she does four remarkable things in a row.

First she loosens her hair in a room full of men, which an honorable woman never does. Then she pours perfume on Jesus’ feet, which is also not done. The head, maybe–people do that to kings–but not the feet. Then she touches him–a single woman rubbing a single man’s feet–also not done, not even among friends. Then she wipes the perfume off with her hair–totally inexplicable–the bizarre end to an all around bizarre act.

Most of us are so moved by the scene that we overlook its eccentricities, or else we don’t care. The point is that she loved him, right? Right. But we also confuse this account with three others in the Bible–one each from Matthew, Mark and Luke. In the first two, an unnamed woman anoints Jesus’ head at the house of Simon the Leper during the last week of his life. In the third story, the scene happens at Simon the Pharisee’s house, much earlier in Jesus’ ministry. There Jesus is eating supper when a notorious sinner slips into the room and stands weeping over his feet, then drops to the ground to cover them with kisses before rubbing them with oil of myrrh.

Only in John’s version of the story does the woman have a name-Mary–and a relationship with Jesus–not a stranger, not a notorious sinner, but his long-time friend–which makes her act all the more peculiar. He knows she loves him. He loves her too. So why this public demonstration, this odd pantomime in front of all their friends? It’s extravagant. It’s excessive. She’s gone overboard, as Judas is quick to note.

“Why wasn’t this perfume sold for a whole lot of money and given to the poor?” That’s what Judas wants to know, but Jesus brushes him aside.

“Leave her alone,” he says. “She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. You always have the poor with you, but you do not always have me”–which is

about as odd a thing for him to say as what Mary did. Here is the champion of the poor, always putting their needs ahead of his, suddenly reversing course. Leave her alone. Leave me alone. Just this once, let her look after me, because my time is running out.

Whatever Mary thought about what she did, and whatever anyone else in the room thought about it, Jesus took it as a message from God–not the hysteric ministrations of an old maid gone sweetly mad but the carefully performed act of a prophet. Everything around Mary smacked of significance–Judas, the betrayer, challenging her act; the flask of nard–wasn’t it left over from Lazarus’ funeral?–and out in the yard, a freshly vacated tomb that still smelled of burial spices, waiting for a new occupant. The air was dense with death, and while there may at first have been some doubt about whose death it was, Mary’s prophetic act revealed the truth.

She was anointing Jesus for his burial, and while her behavior may have seemed strange to those standing around, it was no more strange than that of the prophets who went before her–Ezekiel eating the scroll of the Lord as a sign that he carried the word of God around inside of him (Ezekiel 2), or Jeremiah smashing the clay jar to show God’s judgment on Judah and Jerusalem (Jeremiah 19), or Isaiah walking around naked and barefoot as an oracle against the nations (Isaiah 20). Prophets do things like that. They act out. They act out the truth that no one else can see, and those standing around either write them off as nuts or fall silent before the disturbing news they bring from God.

When Mary stood before Jesus with that pound of pure nard in her hand, it could have gone either way. She could have anointed his head and everyone there could have proclaimed him a king. But she did not do that. When she moved toward him, she dropped to her knees instead and poured the perfume on his feet, which could only mean one thing. The only man who got his feet anointed was a dead man, and Jesus knew it. “Leave her alone,” he said to those who would have prevented her. Let her finish delivering the message.

So Mary rubbed his feet with perfume so precious that its sale might have fed a poor family for a year, an act so lavish that it suggests another layer to her prophecy. There will be nothing economical about this man’s death, just as there has been nothing economical about his life. In him, the extravagance of God’s love is made flesh. In him, the excessiveness of God’s mercy is made manifest.

This bottle will not be held back to be kept and admired. This precious substance will not be saved. It will be opened, offered and used, at great price. It will be raised up and poured out for the life of the world, emptied to the last drop. Before that happens, Jesus will gather his friends together one last time. At another banquet, around another supper table, with most of the same people present, Jesus will strip, tie a towel around his waist, and wash his disciples’ feet. Then he will give them a new commandment: Love one another, as I have loved you.

At least one of the disciples will argue with him, while others will wonder if he has lost his mind. But a few will watch him working on their feet and remember Mary bending over his feet like that–the prophet Mary–who knew how to respond to Jesus without being told, the one who acted out his last, new commandment before he ever said it. Remembering her may help them leave him alone while he finishes delivering his message.

At home in Bethany, the storm clouds are still piling up against the door when Mary gives the forecast: it will be bad, very bad, but that’s no reason for Jesus’ friends to lock their hearts and head to the cellar. Whatever they need, there will be enough to go around. Whatever they spend, there will be plenty left over. There is no reason to fear running out–of nard or of life either one–for where God is concerned, there is always more than we can ask or imagine–gifts from our lavish, lavish Lord.

Amen.

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Congregation Liturgy (Psalm 126) | Fifth Sunday in Lent (Year C)

I stumbled across the liturgy by Dan Schifeling and was intrigued by the contextual specificity of this prayer. He takes the fortunes that are named in the Psalm and combines them with the narrative of his community. How might you use the language of Psalm 126 to give voice to the grace that God has bestowed to the community which you serve?

When God brought our people back from captivity in Babylon,
we were like those who dream.
Then we shook with laughter, then we shouted for joy!
When God came to us in a poor baby born in a stable…
When God spoke to us from a mountain top…
When God shattered the power of the tomb…
When God poured out Spirit from the heavens…
When God built our church on a farm field…
When God blessed us with children and a church school…
When God called us into small groups…
When God empowered us to serve the hungry…
When God comforted our broken hearts…
When God helped our youth build houses for the poor…
When God strengthened us in a time of illness…
When God joined our voice for justice with other churches…
When God inspired us to create wonderful music…
When God moved our 3rd & 4th graders to raise a mile of pennies…
When God started us thinking about an elevator…
When God opened the way for us to welcome all kinds of people…
Then we shook with laughter, then we shouted for joy!
May we always trust in your goodness, Loving God!
May our tears of sorrow water seeds of joy.
May our times of tribulation bear a harvest of justice and peace.

~ written by Dan Schifeling, and posted on the WorshipCalls blog. http://worshipcalls.blogspot.ca/

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