Thanksgiving, in the Name of…

God be with you, and also with you…

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit… in the name of goodness and love and broken community, in the name of meaning and feeling and I hope you don’t screw me, in the name of darkness and light and ungraspable twilight, in the name of meal times and sharing and caring by firelight, in the name of action and peace and human redemption, in the name of eating and drinking and table confession, in the name of sadness, regret, and holy obsession, in the name of beauty and beaten and broken down daily, in the name of seeing our creeds and believing in maybe…

In the name of philosophy, theology, and who gives a damn, in the name of employment and study and finding new family, in the name of solitude and quiet and holy reflection, in the name of the lost and the lonely and the without direction, in the name of efficiency, stupidity, and the wholly ineffectual, in the name of the straight, the queer, transgendered, and bisexual, in the name of boot clogs and boob jobs and erectile dysfunction, schizophrenia, hysteria, and obsessive compulsion…

In the name of Jesus and Mary and the mostly silent Joseph, in the name of speaking to ourselves saying this is more than I can cope with, in the name of hook up and break up and break down and weeping, in the name of therapy and Prozac and full-hearted breathing…

In the name of sadness and madness and years since I’ve smiled, in the name of the unknown, the alien, and the holy in exile...

We gather before You, a table of strangers and speak of our hope and talk of our danger. To make sense of our thinking, to authenticate lives, to humanize feeling and stop telling lies.

In the name of the Spirit, the Son, and the most holy Father, in the name of gathering in clasped hands and heads bowed together.

In the name of goodness and kindness and intentionality, in the name of harbor and shelter and new life and family.

Amen.

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