"I wash my hands in innocence, and go around your altar,
O Lord, singing aloud a song of thanksgiving, and
telling all your wondrous deeds."
Water runs over my hands.
Water covers my face.
Inside, my body consists mostly of water, the way the globe, too, consists mostly of water. I came to be within the waters of my mother's womb. So when I wash I like to remember that I am in my element... Your water... Your living water. Help me scrub my face free
of its masks so I can return to the true self You gave me.
Let my hands not be afraid of dirt, but let them come clean in obedience to You.
When I wash, let me recall the Well where the water is.
, Being Home: A Book of Meditations
O Lord, we sing to you and give thanks. For, despite our pains and faults, in the midst of our pains and faults, we know that you are a God whom one can only admire, praise,
and love in Jesus Christ.
For the world, so beautiful but so fragile; for life, so lovely but so threatened; for this immense universe in which your kingdom will spread, we praise you.
For this day which speaks to us again of the resurrection, for your church which gathers us together, we praise you.
For your gospel, for our baptism, for our desire to serve you, for the promise of your eternity, we praise you.
And because we can love you and love each other on the earth, in the name of the love of Christ, in peace and with joy, Lord we praise you.
A Book of Reformed Prayers