We invited you into the spaces and places of our lives.
Right now. You are welcome.
We invite you, even while we curse the driver of the car that just cut us off,
While we don't tip the server because she was too slow and dares to have an attitude.
Come into the rooms of our lives.
Observe us until we are conscious of you while we justify stealing office supplies,
or sit back and watch people fail instead of helping them.
We invite you, O God of the universe,
In the moments when we try to figure out how to "make" her love us the way we desire,
And while we do things we will never tell anyone,
Planning even while we act
To declare upon capture or revelation,"The devil made me do it."
Sometimes, dear Lord, we fight ourselves, because we must admit we are scheming
how to do the things-- we know we shouldn't do-- better and with more precision in our secrecy.
We admit that we only wished you were around when we are at our best.An invocation reminds us that you have no turn-off switch, and you don't call before dropping by.
We hope that you tolerate us until we ask for forgiveness.
We thank you that you are compassionate even when we won't ask.
Creator, we invite you in the moments we lose patience with our loved ones.
Be with us when we lose patience with ourselves.
Help us to remember that you are God and we are not
as we rush to judge, to hate, and declare who is hell-bound and subhuman.
Let us feel your presence, the heat of your Being,
So that, perhaps, just maybe, we will take our shoes off and honor your presence in all we do.
Amen.
