How gracious your gift of freedom birthed in our beginnings, fleshed out on the path between life and death. Your call to life is held in delicate balance on the beams of a cross. Your gift of hope rests in the roots of that tree where we ponder the wisdom of lost and found. Followers of a crucified Christ, we are tempted to drag our feet. Suffering and rejection are bitter pills from the physician of new life.
Profit is our protection, yet forfeit is the price.
God of our longing, free us from ourselves. May your invitation to mystery encourage the risking. I am called to wholeness by shocking paradox and costly terms. Commitment does not come easily. You meet us at the point of truth and do not relent in your demands for sincerity of heart.