The fruit of silence is prayer. The fruit of faith is love. The fruit of love is service. — Mother Teresa
At the intersection of spiritual formation and prophetic action.
by Ken Sehested
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High. God will quench the thirst of all who drink from this river of delight. (Psalm 46:4 ; Psalm 36:8)
Living water! ¡Aguas de vida!
O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land. (Psalm 63:1) Read more ›
by Ken & Nancy Hastings Sehested
We thank you, God, for water.
By it you give life to plants,
Animals, and all humankind.
We thank you that in the beginning
your Spirit of creation moved over
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by Ken Sehested
And what do we mean when we speak of the Lordship of Christ? Is this to say that the Holy One is the ultimate author of vengeance and retribution? Of demeaning power and humiliation?
No, a thousand times, NO! The Lordship of Christ speaks of the coming end of all lording, of the day when the cords of subjugation will unravel.
Is the Abba of Jesus simply a cruel human father writ large and limitless? Does the Power of Heaven reside in threat against any who refuse to bend the knee? Is the Creator, finally, a terrorist? Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
One: Give our elected officials your justice, O God.
All: And your righteousness to all who follow them in office.
One: May they judge your people with righteousness, and give justice to your poor. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Take my life and let it be / consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
In all seasons, in every shape and condition of our lives,
transform our minds and hearts in ways that magnify the rule of Mercy:
In ways that conform to Your extravagant and redemptive purposes;
in our hopes and promises, in our joys and our sorrows,
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by Ken Sehested,
Wake up, sleepy-head! Rouse yourselves, all you who have been sedated by the mindless blather coming from statehouse and church house alike. Knock some sense into each other, all you who have come to believe that that strength comes from your own hand, that security is held by your own harness.
With my own eyes I saw the Blessed One before me: Christ above me, Christ before me. Christ behind me, Christ within me.
Let loose your timid tongue to declare Mercy’s approach in response to Mary’s supplication. Raise hearts of gladness for the annulment of enmity. Let your body’s senses relish the hope of Heaven’s embrace. Read more ›
Joseph. Obscured brother, consigned to the margins of Incarnation’s story. Calloused hands now shield the shame of face disgraced.
Thoughts of Mary smudge the heart as tears smear the cheek. Betrothed of Mary now bulging with child. Whose? How, and Why?
Unable to provide more than squalid accommodation in your beloved’s night of travail. Enduring embarrassed encounters with wild-eyed shepherds and strangely-clothed pilgrims from obscure and distant lands, each with incredulous stories of starry encounters. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
One: Our nation is at war, and our hearts are torn. The seeds of fear are planted in terror and harvested in violence.
All: How long, O Lord, how long?
One: The dream of a new order birthed in justice and baptized in mercy has been ruptured by the nightmare of bloody enmity. Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
Fretfully does my heart drag its heels into the sanctuary of delight. For my wanton days and weary praise reveal the toll taken by life’s relentless demands.
Come unto me, and I shall give you rest.
To where shall I appeal for release from such encumbrance? To whom shall I entreat to lay these burdens down? Read more ›
by Ken Sehested
A meditation written in the fall of 1990 as half a million US troops mustered in Saudia Arabia
for an assault (The Gulf War) on Iraqi forces occupying Kuwait. It was the presence of
these troops in one of Islam’s most sacred terrains that provoked Osama bin Laden
to create al-Qaeda to launch his terror campaign.
O God, I am frightened. Anxious are my waking hours and fretful is my sleep. Even as I pray I sense that desert sands in remote places are readied, eager, to bleach the bones of mothers’ sons, fathers’ daughters, children of us all. The corrupt, lustful glory of vain rulers now erupts across parched land. Hear our prayer, O Lord. Read more ›
In the Land of the Willing: Litanies, Prayers, Poems, and Benedictions
Foreword by Walter Brueggemann
by Ken Sehested, author/editor, prayer&politiks
In the Land of the Living: Prayers Personal and Public
by Ken Sehested, author/editor, prayer&politiks
Peace Primer II
by Ken Sehested, Rabbi Lynn Gottlieb, founder, Shomer Shalom Network for Jewish Nonviolence, and Chaplain Rabia Terri Harris, Muslim scholar and founder of the Muslim Peace Fellowship. Wipf & Stock Publishers.
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