Bread Crumb Prayer

 

Bread and wine and water, O God, You always seem to find the holiness in the ordinary.  Not us, O God, we like the special and spectacular.  We crave the Instagram worthy photo to post online, with a humble brag.  We long to feel needed and necessary.  We are not sure we want to wash another’s feet and feel uncomfortable having our feet washed.  Meet us, O God, in the messiness and less than perfectness where the communion bread broken leaves crumbles, just as brokenness leaves a trail in our lives.  Meet us, O God, in the cup of wholeness that we all seek but the wayless way of faith can feel frustratingly slow and lacks the marketability or branding of the waters we swim in.  Meet us, O God, in the wordless prayers because we don’t know what language to borrow and the words can’t capture what we long to say.  We live in a liminal space of Already and Not Yet.  We know Easter is coming, the candy is on sale, the eggs are ready to dye, and the ham ready to cook.  We know that death has lost its sting and yet it still hurts when we say, “Goodbye” at funerals.  We have been taught and caught that we can think our way through any problem, just form a committee, develop a plan, and hire someone to do the work.  And when that fails, we try again, thinking we just didn’t find the right fit on Indeed.com.  O God, meet us in our humanness with bread and juice tonight.  Wash us in the water we wade into, just as the Israelites found a way where there was no way.  Continue to guide us deeper into a week that is a mirror for how You are there from parades to meals to betrayal to death and to new life that are threads woven into the garments of our lives.  Amen.