Shared Words, Sacred Words

A Litany for St.

He comes riding a borrowed village donkey.

A Litany A season of longing has come in search of us, An ache for wholeness in the midst of ruin.

A Christmas-Tide Monologue The following dramatic monologue features an innkeeper at wits’ end in a Judean hill town.

All: What makes an Olive flourish on sacred ground?

Somewhere by a silent, weary sea, that voice calls.

Refrain: But one went off and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s wealth.

Worship leader brings supplicant forward, as song is sung (e.g.

God of all sojourns, You bid us greeting in our comings-in, And you bid us farewell at our departures.

Why are we called to set our hope beyond what incurs loss, adversity and grieving, or even beyond achievement and success?