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The seed of God is in us.
If you are an intelligent and hard-working farmer,
it will thrive and grow up into God,

Show me the suffering of the most miserable;
So I will know my people’s plight.
Free me to pray for others;
For you are present in every person.

Hearken, children, to the sound
A bird dives, screaming, to the ground
Rise out of the water!
Stand up from the water!
Children, children, rise!

We have a vision of the world not yet realised
All: Where they will beat their swords into ploughshares

A candle is burning yellow near the rail of an altar
In the church setting its flame will likely not falter

Look at me! Check it out! I am grinning like a kid again!
I am one with the world in a flow of wonder!
Land, sea and sky join in my delight

Fear makes you crazier than safer,
Not worth the protection you pay for.
Fear’s what you feel about what you don’t know
That prevents you from knowing.

In the beginning was the Word …
It all started with an act of divine self-expression.
and the Word was with God …
It all comes from the center of God.

In the beginning, was Logos.
Logos – logic – reason – demonstration – Logos the Word:
But Logos could not be heard.

We know it won’t be easy to turn the world around
We know it will take time to climb to higher ground

Oh, vacant sky! Oh, empty land!
Oh heart of mine, bereft of hope!
Why do I even bother crying? What’s the use
Of even complaining? When there is no one to hear
And no one to see my tears?

One: God of many names and faces, we have come together for a little while; some to worship, some to lay down burdens, some to find a moment of rest.

Personal reflection on Point #2 from the 8 Points of progressive Christianity.

Light a candle as each line is spoken:
This candle is for the 150 loving, caring members of Sausalito Presbyterian Church.
This candle is for the people in our church who suffer from illness or disability.

May the sounds of every city in every land–
the rush of traffic, the din of piledrivers
the hum of power lines, the roar of furnaces

We worked all day. Dad and Rachel were on one team, Father Crespi and I were on another, refilling tanks, cleaning up trash around them, and placing new ones. Five new blue flags, marking the new tanks, waved defiantly against the demon of thirst, and fluttered in the breeze over the desert at sundown that evening. The crew enjoyed a dinner at Rachel’s house prepared by the Women’s Society of the Federated Church.

O dear One
whose name is more than a name
whose power I cannot tame

Is that you, God, in a blade of grass breaking through a crack in the asphalt? Is that you, God, holding the rest of the asphalt together?