Litanies & Prayers


A litany for worship inspired by Isaiah 61:1-2 & Luke 4:18

by Ken Sehested

Sisters and brothers, lend your ears to this teaching, for it is true and lasting. Do not say with your lips, “The Spirit of the Lord! The Spirit of the Lord!” when your hearts are shackled in fear, enslaved to security.

The spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed.

Anointed you for what?! Have you grown confused by the barking of market reports?
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Allahu Akbar

Let blessings leap from your lips, you People of Mercy!

For the One who saves is the One who serves.

Bring all that you are to this holy abode. Take off your shoes and lean into God’s breath.

Bring your heartaches and your hallelujahs; your disconcerting fears and your delightful fiestas. Read more ›

All these things and more

Peace, like a river. Praise, like a songbird. Joy, like a fountain.

All these things, and more, in my soul.

I’ve got tears, like raindrops. Heartaches, by the handful. And protest—Lordy me, have I got protests.

All these things, and more, in my soul. Read more ›

All the day long

To the Blessed One of Heaven does my heart heave its burden.

For release from my shame, I wait all the day long.

Silence accusers; still every sharp tongue.

For pardon amid failure, I wait all the day long. Read more ›

All Saints Day

The saints of old don’t wear golden crowns, or sit on lofty perch, mouthing caustic comments on how poorly we yet-mortal souls measure up to the glory of days past.

They, too, knew about keeping hope alive while getting dinner on the table, faucets fixed, carpools covered, and budgets balanced.

After the ecstasy, there’s always the laundry.*

The saints, too, endured wistful nights and wasted days. They had knees that ached in cold weather and sometimes spoke sharp words to dearly-beloveds—including, on occasion, to God. Read more ›

All manner of things

Blessed are those whose hearts bow and whose hands fold in reverence to the Source of all life.

The bounty of the garden will fill their houses.

Their hope of redemption will guide the tempest-tossed to Heaven’s sheltered sanctuary.

Mercy is their guiding star; and justice, the blaze on their trail. Read more ›

All flesh shall see

In the company of these witnesses, round this table of remembrance of baptismal vows,  within hearing of the One who delights in our company and in whose Promise we trust, let us make our professions.

What do we believe?

That we shall see the goodness of God in the land of the living.

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Advent longing

Oh Wondrous One, Who rides the skies and consorts with the earth— haunting the heavens, hounding mere mortals with the expectation of ecstasy—come and rouse hungry hearts with the aroma of your Presence.

Let the song of angels sound again, announcing glory to God and peace for the earth.

Give your people wombs of welcome to the news of reversal: the annulment of enmity and the Advent of promise.

Let every lip echo the jubilant manifesto of creation’s destiny with justice and with joy. Read more ›

Acclaim the One whose breath is your bounty

Let the room be filled with laud and laughter, oh people of Mercy. Fill the air with music and merriment, with the sound of delight annulling the wail of indigence.

Praise your Maker, you wind and wave. Sun and moon and Bethlehem’s star, shout in exultation!

Let all that swim in the sea give thanks; all that walk on the land, rejoice; all that traverse the open sky, extol.

Bow down, you mighty mountains! Lift your heads, you humble valleys! Roar in applause, you deepest seas! Read more ›

Abiding in the shadow

Attend to my cry, O Lord; hide me in the
shadow of your wings.

Beloved One, my mouth praises you with
joyful lips; and in the shadow of your wings
my voice resounds.

“I will protect those who know my name,”
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