Gracious God, enliven me. Make me alive to you.
Alive to my wife,
my father,
children,
grandchildren,
neighbors,
strangers,
and yes, even to my enemies.
Alive to the house wren speeding to her nest with another caterpillar to feed her demanding brood.
Alive to the cricket singing outside the back door.
Alive to the cloud that is sailing overhead right now.
Alive to the spin of this planet--real, but completely undetectable to me.
Alive to chemistry and physics and philosophy and economics and even politics.
Alive to open books and folded sheets, a sleeping dog, migrating geese, frying eggs, everything. Amen.
(based on lines from Brian McLaren's Finding Our Way Again (The Return of the Ancient Practices), pp. 182-183).
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