When we arrive at a month with a 5th Sunday, we take it as an opportunity to spend the morning moving through three liturgical movements. Each movement looks like this:
We also follow a theme during each Movement Sunday. In January 2017, the theme was Leaving, with the following movements:
Here is the entirety of the Liturgy of Leaving for the morning:
Because part of our recording was corrupted, we have included the original studio recordings of the songs on the podcast instead of our live recordings. Text for the prayers are below.
A Hard, Deep Call To Obedience
You are the God who makes extravagant promises.
We relish your great promises
and we exude in them.
Only to find out, always way too late,
that your promise always comes
in the midst of a hard, deep call to obedience.
You are the God who calls people like us,
and the long list of mothers and fathers
who trusted the promise enough to
keep the call.
So we give you thanks that you are a calling God,
who calls always to dangerous new
We pray enough of your grace and mercy among us
that we may be among those
who believe your promises enough
to respond to your call.
We pray in the one who embodied your promise
and enacted your call, even Jesus.
From A Wendell Berry Poem
As soon as the generals and the politicos can predict the motion of your mind,
Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way you didn’t go.
Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction.
Prayer Of St. Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Romans 15:1-13 MSG
Give people a chance.
Occupy Our Calendars by Walter Brueggemann
Our times are in your hands:
But we count our times for us;
we count our days and fill them with us;
we count our weeks and fill them with our busyness;
we count our years and fill them with our fears.
And then caught up short with your claim,
Our times are in your hands!
Take our times, times of love and times of weariness,
Take them all, bless them and break them,
give them to us again,
slow paced and eager,
fixed in your readiness for neighbor.
Occupy our calendars,
Flood us with itsy-bitsy, daily kairoi,
in the name of your fleshed kairos.