March 24th

Palm Sunday God, where do I begin? This world needs so much saving. Save us from our greed, from our addiction to violence. Save us from the trap of a single story, and the arrogance to assume we always know best. Save us from hatred and vitriol. Save the waters and the air from our pollution. Save our hearts from complacency and apathy. Save us. Save me. Hosanna! Amen.

March 25th

God of the holy parade, many faithful folks have followed in your footsteps over the years—marching for justice and peace. When your holy parade comes my way, give me the courage to join the fold. Do not let me stand along the wall, a quiet bystander. Instead, spark courage in my heart to pick up a palm branch and to join the song. With an eager heart I pray, amen.

March 26th

Jesus of Nazareth, we live in a world that has declared “no religion at the dinner table.” In that same spirit of compartmentalization, I am guilty of keeping my faith tucked away, a private devotion for quiet moments. That is not the way I want to live. This love was never meant to be quiet. This love was meant to be told, celebrated, shared, and spread. So when the cock crows in my own life, let me speak with conviction. Amen.

March 27th

Holy God, not a day passes when I do not wish to know you better. Not a day passes when I do not wish to catch a glimpse of you in my midst. Like the desert longs for water, so I long for you. So today I pray: rain down on me. Rain down on me with streams of mercy. Wash not only my feet, but my head and my hands as well. Amen.

March 28th

Jesus of Nazareth, we live in a world that has declared “no religion at the dinner table.” In that same spirit of compartmentalization, I am guilty of keeping my faith tucked away, a private devotion for quiet moments. That is not the way I want to live. This love was never meant to be quiet. This love was meant to be told, celebrated, shared, and spread. So when the cock crows in my own life, let me speak with conviction. Amen.

March 29th

Jesus of the garden, you know what lament feels like. You know what grief looks like. You know what praying through the night sounds like. So today I bring you my prayers of lament. See the cracks in my heart that weigh heavily on me. See the places where I carry grief. Hear my cries in the garden in the middle of the night and meet me here. Be my comfort. Be my sun after the night. Amen.

March 30th

Gracious God, my wandering heart loves to flee. How many times have I run when the conversation got hard? How many times have I shied away from the truth because it was painful? Like a parent with a child, scoop me back up and bring me close to your heart again. Give me the courage to stay, to talk, to listen, and to change when needed. Humbly I pray, amen.