written by Kiah Gaskin
Vulnerable God
Fragile, naked baby
We confess that the sign we often seek is not one of weakness
but of power:
Power that promises to maintain our image of you
as the only one that matters
Word made flesh
Lamp to our feet
We confess that the sign we often seek is not one of mystery
but of answers:
Answers that perpetuate our dependence on the status quo
by silencing the stories of the unexpected
Help us to see through your birth a child
as in need of relationship as us
That we might make room at our tables for the stranger
That we might make room in our hearts for you