Believe in Beginnings

There are times when I feel my blemishes more than others. I have no more than most, I’m sure, but sometimes those I have stare me down with force. Just this morning, struggling for sustenance, I read aloud a prayer from the Methodist Ted Loder. His repetitive cadence can sometimes irritate, but today these words were good for me, repetition included.

Help me to believe in beginnings

God of history and of my heart,
so much has happened to me during these whirlwind days:
I’ve known death and birth;
I’ve been brave and scared;
I’ve hurt, I’ve helped;
I’ve been honest, I’ve lied;
I’ve destroyed, I’ve created;
I’ve been with people, I’ve been lonely;
I’ve been loyal, I’ve betrayed;
I’ve decided, I’ve waffled;
I’ve laughed and I’ve cried.
You know my frail heart and my frayed history —
and now another day begins.

O God, help me to believe in beginnings
and in my beginning again,
no matter how often I have failed before.

Help me to make new beginnings:
to begin going out of my weary mind into fresh dreams,
daring to make my own bold tracks in the land of now;
to begin forgiving
that I may experience mercy;
to begin questioning the unquestionable
that I may know truth;
to begin disciplining
that I may create beauty;
to begin sacrificing
that I may accomplish justice;
to begin risking
that I may make peace;
to being loving
that I may realize joy.

Help me to be a beginning for others.
to be a singer to the songless,
a storyteller to the aimless,
a befriender of the friendless;
to become a beginning of hope for the despairing,
of assurance for the doubting,
of reconciliation for the divided;
to become a beginning of freedom for the oppressed,
of comfort for the sorrowing,
of friendship for the forgotten;
to become a beginning of beauty for the forlorn,
of sweetness for the soured,
of gentleness for the angry,
of wholeness for the broken,
of peace for the frightened and violent of the earth.

Help me to believe in beginnings,
to make a beginning,
to be a beginning,
so that I may not just grow old,
but grow new
each day of this wild, amazing life
you call me to live
with the passion of Jesus Christ.

UnknownTed Loder, Guerrillas of Grace, Augsburg, 1981, 104-5.

2 Comments

  1. Thankyou Simon. I read this tonight after writing a whole heap of questions, possibilities, and realities in my journal about faith and church life. This prayer is real and strengthening, though my present gift has been from a Meewon sermon on Moses at the burning bush with her paraphrase of God’s reply to Moses’ protestations: “It’s not your mission it’s mine and I want you to help me. Just do what I tell you.” It shifts the focus. lightens my sense of burden but will take some learning. I’m going to try a rewrite of this prayer (sometime) with that focus (for my own growth that is). Blessings.

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