As We Go

As we go… As we go during June, to church, camps, conferences, mountains to work, on vacations and to the beach, may God loose our tongues to sing of God’s wonders through Christ Jesus.

Caedmon — In Declaration of a Dream

Caedmon of Whitsby (?-680)

I cannot speak, unless You loose my tongue; I only stammer, and I speak uncertainly; but if You touch my mouth, my Lord, then I will sing the story of Your wonders!

Teach me to hear that story, through each person, to cradle a sense of wonder in their life, to honor the hard earned wisdom of their sufferings, to waken their joy that the King of all kings stoops down to wash their feet, and looking up into their face says, ‘I know — I understand.’ This world has become a world of broken dreams where dreamers are hard to find and friends are few.

Lord, be the gatherer of our dreams. You set the countless stars in place and found room for each of them to shine. You listen for us in Your heaven-bright hall. Open our mouths to tell out tales of wonder. Teach us again the greatest story ever: the One who made the worlds became a little, helpless child, then grew to be a carpenter with deep, far-seeing eyes. In time, the Carpenter began to travel, in every village challenging the people to leave behind their selfish ways, be washed in living water, and let God be their King. The ordinary

people crowded round Him, frightened to miss a word that He was speaking, bringing their friends, their children, all the sick and tired, so everyone could meet Him, everyone be touched and given life. Some religious people were embarrassed — they did not like the company He kept and never knew just what He would do next.

He [Jesus] said:

‘How dare you wrap God up in good behavior, and tell the poor that they should be like you? How can you live at ease with riches and success, while those I love go hungry and are oppressed? It really is for such a time as this that I was given breath.’

His words were dangerous, not safe or tidy. In secret His opponents said: ‘It surely would be better that one person die.’ ‘I think that would be better, if he could.’ Expediency would be the very death of Him. He died because they thought it might be good.

You died that we might be forgiven, Lord; but that was not the end. You plundered death and made its jail house shudder — strode into life to meet Your startled friends. I have a dream that all the world will meet You, and know You, Jesus, in Your living power, that someday soon all people everywhere will hear Your story and hear it in a way they understand.

I cannot speak, unless You loose my tongue; I only stammer, and I speak uncertainly; but if You touch my mouth, my Lord, then I will sing the story of Your wonders!

So many who have heard forget to tell the story.

Hear I am, my Jesus: teach me.

God of ages, in your sight nations rise and fall, and pass through times of peril. Now when our land is troubled, be near to judge and save. May leaders be led by your wisdom; may they search your will and see it clearly. If we have turned from your way, help us to reverse our ways and repent. Give us your light and your truth to guide us. Grant, O God also, that your holy and life-giving Spirit may so move every human heart, that the barriers which divide us may crumble, suspicions disappear, and hatreds cease, and that, with our divisions healed, we might live in justice and peace.

through Jesus Christ, who is Lord of this world, and our Savior. Amen.

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The Northumbria Community, “Celtic Daily Prayer” (San Francisco: HarperSanFrancisco, 1996), pp. 197 - 201.

The Theology and Ministry Unit for The Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) and the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, “Book of Common Wor-

ship” (Louisville: Westminster John Knox Press, 1993), pg. 818.

June 2025