With Memorial Day (and soon Independence Day) around the corner, I wanted to share a hymn text that I wrote a few years ago that pushes us as Christian people to prayerfully think about what it means to live as people of faith in an environment of violence and idolatry. It won the Macalester Plymouth United Church Hymn Contest in 2010, but I realized that I never posted it here. Think of it as a poetic #TBT. We won’t sing it here at San Lucas, since it doesn’t totally fit musically with how we worship, but it might work well in other contexts. Feel free to use it, but I’d love to know when and where it gets sung. Along with the two tunes I originally suggested, BEACH SPRING could be another singable choice.
God, we know that on this planet
we are not the only ones,
but with every tribe and nation
we’re your daughters and your sons.
With baptismal waters flowing,
dripping wet and sanctified,
we are sharing in your promise
with Christ Jesus by our side.
Help us be a peaceful presence
in a reconciling role,
trusting not in our own prowess
but in your divine control.
Feed us, form us, strengthen, nourish
with abundant holy food.
Guide us as your living body,
in the world for every good.
We acknowledge past injustice,
and for future peace we pray,
trusting in the Holy Spirit
who sustains us day by day.
When we look into a mirror,
help us have humility:
seeing strangers as our neighbors
in this blessed community.
Flags and banners blur our vision;
our own pride obscures the cross.
Jesus, mend our indecision,
bring your mercy to our loss.
As we watch the war and violence,
prejudice and bigotry,
guide us in anticipation
of the world as it will be.
2010 Prize winning hymn – God, We Know That on This Planet
By Paul Bailie, Eagle Pass, Texas
(Suggested tunes: PLEADING SAVIOR, HOLY MANNA) Meter: 126.96.36.199.D
© 2010, Rev. Paul Bailie
This winter, I was invited to accompany a congregation from the Houston area on a delegation to visit some Lutheran congregations in El Salvador. It wasn’t a mission trip to construct a building or paint houses. Rather, the purpose was to get to know better our Lutheran sisters and brothers in El Salvador and to develop friendship between the two groups. This goal of accompaniment can be difficult, because there are differences in culture and in language. However, I’m reminded of a line from the hymn we just sang, Miren qué bueno es cuando nos reuinimos juntos (Look how good it is when we gather together).
On the trip, I was often asked to translate, and I did, but Salvadoran Spanish is somewhat different from the Spanish I have been learning here on the Mexican border. Also, translating and interpretation are different skill sets than just speaking a language. One must know the cultural details and invisible rules of communication.
During the visit, we worshiped together, participated in a retreat, and saw the agricultural hardware store that helps support the Salvadoran ministry. For me, a powerful moment was when I started to see some of the divisions between the Salvadorans and the Texans start to break down. During a New Year’s Eve party at the pastor’s house, between dinner and fireworks, the young people from both countries began to play Jenga.
Jenga is a game in which you deconstruct a wooden tower, one piece at a time, with patience and concentration. The Salvadorans taught us a fun song and dance to sing in playful shame each time you lost. There was much laughter and togetherness. It was a moment of Pentecost. Although not everyone spoke the same language, there was a connection. Upon destroying the Jenga tower, understanding and unity were being born. It was like Babel in reverse.
In Genesis 11, the people try to build a gigantic tower reaching the heavens. It’s a story that explains the diversity of language and culture in the world. For Israelites in exile, it was a way to describe their differences from the Babylonians and celebrate their own identity. The Hebrew root word for Babel means confusion. In building their tower at Babel, there was confusion. In tearing down that Jenga tower in El Salvador, there was a glimpse of connection and unity.
We can also think of this festival we celebrate today as another Babel in reverse. In the story of Pentecost, the apostles in Jerusalem didn’t need dictionaries, vocabulary flashcards, or Rosetta Stone software to understand each other. They had the power of God’s Holy Spirit. With wind and fire, God gave them a gift to speak and to understand. It’s a story of unity in the midst of so much diversity. Miren qué bueno es cuando nos reuinimos juntos.
Through this Holy Spirit of God still working in our world today, we are all bilingual. Even if we only speak one human language, we are bilingual because God gives us the language of faith. In Jerusalem, some thought the apostles were drunk. Sometimes in our world, the Christian message might seem similar. In a world of violence and war, “Love your neighbor” and even more so, “Love your enemy” seem strange and foreign. In the midst of conflict, racism, and homophobia, Christian values like forgiveness and peace seem contrary. As Christians, the Holy Spirit gives us the language to share love with the world. We aren’t drunk; we are filled with the God who guides and consoles us.
We speak the language of faith (sometimes even without words) when we have patience, practice reconciliation, encounter Scripture, and speak against injustice. To grow in our faith is to learn a new language.
Sometimes, we don’t recognize the diversity and the unity that the Spirit brings. There’s division and racism, even in the Church. Too often, our communities are more like Babel than Jerusalem. We think in stereotypes and put limits on God’s presence. There’s a stereotype that suggests that Lutherans are only White people in the Midwest of Scandinavian descent, like my own family. Such stereotypical thinking is wrong, and excludes the Mexican Lutherans at San Lucas, the Salvadoran Lutherans I met in January, and the millions of Lutheran Christians in Tanzania, Namibia, Ethiopia, Indonesia, and other places where very few people, if any, eat lefse, that Norwegian bread.
One time a Border Patrol agent at a checkpoint asked me about my job. I told him I was a Lutheran pastor. He responded incredulously, “Lutheran? Shouldn’t you be in Minnesota or Wisconsin?” “Well, we’re here,” I replied.
Old Lutheran is a company that makes fun t-shirts and bumper stickers with Lutheran sayings. I have their Martin Luther bobblehead doll. However, Old Lutheran has been sharing jokes on Facebook drawing on the same stereotype as that Border Patrol agent. These jokes and memes (You might be a Lutheran if…) suggest that Lutherans, with their lutefisk and potlucks, are just of Scandinavian descent. A few weeks ago, I saw this one:
You might be a Lutheran if you have more than three friends whose first names have the letter “j” as the second letter. Here in Eagle Pass, I don’t know anybody named Bjorn, Kjersten, or Hjalmar, but I know plenty of faithful Lutherans with names that end in “z:” González, Martínez, Ramírez, Rodríguez, et cetera.
I was frustrated with Old Lutheran and their jokes that tell an incomplete story: That Lutheranism is a cultural expression of the Midwestern United States by people descended from Northern European immigrants. My own Minnesota grandparents had spoken Norwegian; I get the jokes. However, my ministry in Spanish-speaking communities has given me a broader understanding of what it means to be Lutheran. After complaining and commenting, I decided to make my own meme, using a picture I snapped of food at San Lucas:
You might be a Lutheran if your VBS snack is tostadas. I posted it on Facebook as a joke, but also to show that there are Mexican Lutherans, too. Lutheranism is theological, not cultural. We’re Lutheran because we celebrate God’s grace in the death and resurrection of Jesus, not because we eat a certain food, use a certain hymnal, or tell certain ethnic jokes. Later, other people posted similar memes reflecting other non-Scandnavian cultures—roasted goat for dessert in Tanzania and pupusas from my new friends in El Salvador.
With these internet memes, eventually the hashtag #decolonizeLutheranism emerged, with a renewed enthusiasm for change. I was even invited into a conference call with the Presiding Bishop to talk about this developing movement. A conference is in the works. A website is online. Lots of talented leaders from many backgrounds are lifting their voices. Its a prophetic conversation that has been brewing for a long time. It’s a conversation we need to have in the Church.
Colonialism is the process throughout history in which Europeans came to a “new” country and put their will over others, usually with force and blood. One must speak their language, eat their food, sing their songs, practice their customs. Decolonization, then, is the process to remove this European influence and tell the story in ways that respect the dignity of the oppressed culture. For example, it is decolonizing to celebrate Indigenous Peoples Day instead of Columbus Day.
In the Church, we, too, are colonized. Although there are African American, Cherokee, and Chinese congregations in the ELCA, it is almost always the Anglos who make the decisions. That I am the pastor at San Lucas is itself a sign of colonialism. We have not fully developed Mexican leadership. Which young people from San Lucas will we send to seminary to be pastors? But there in seminary, what will they learn? Anglo theology? Mexican theology? Scandinavian culture? Colonized thinking? After graduating, I had to unlearn so much of my education in order to contextualize myself for ministry on the Mexican border—what books I read, what stories I tell, and what songs I sing.
It’s easy to fall into systems of colonialism. Babel is still in our memory. It’s difficult to decolonize, to break the chains of injustice, to walk together in accompaniment and mutuality. Here at San Lucas, we’ve long waited for funds and helpers from the North instead of developing our own stewardship, identity, and purpose.
This Wednesday in our multigenerational spiritual formation time, we’ll play Bible Jeopardy, reviewing what we’ve learned in the past year. Last year when we played, the prizes were all sorts of ELCA swag that I picked up at Synod Assembly—notebooks, keychains, and other ephemera. Somebody from church asked me why we don’t have trinkets with San Lucas’ logo. I replied that that stuff is expensive to print. I was told, “You need to ask your people to buy them for us.” I didn’t know what to say.
This thinking is completely colonized—that the Whites from Iowa always send money to non-White congregations. This is what we’ve been slowly moving away from in my five years on the border. Even with my Norwegian roots, as pastor here, “my people” are those of the congregation of San Lucas. So, what will we give? What will we do to be the Church? How will we continue the Pentecost story? How will we be the next chapter of the Book of Acts? How will we decolonize? How will we dream our own dreams and live our own visions?
In Pentecost, the Spirit comes to decolonize, to share the story in a new way—with wind, and fire, and new language. The Spirit comes to destroy the walls and towers that divide us. The Spirit comes to give us unity and guide us in ways that love and that seek peace and that celebrate God’s diversity.
We live in a world of sin that needs transformation, that needs decolonizing. We need to understand one another. We need to be open to the Spirit. We need that Pentecost moment. We need Babel in reverse.
Pentecost is more than an excuse to decorate with red balloons and wear red socks. It’s more than an ancient history lesson. Pentecost reminds us who we are today—God’s people. People with future and possibilities. People with visions and dreams. We’re a community of faith, animated to live, empowered to transform, guided by the Spirit.
It’s the same Spirit that moved over the waters of creation. It’s the same Spirit that breathed new life into dry bones. It’s the same Spirit that was upon Jesus in Nazareth to bring good news to the poor. It’s the same Spirit that we receive at Baptism when the pastor puts her thumb on your forehead saying, “Child of God, you are sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked with the cross of Christ forever.” It’s the same Spirit we find in this meal—bread and wine, body and blood. Come Holy Spirit. In Eagle Pass. In Minnesota. In El Salvador. In Tanzania. In Jerusalem. In all the world. The Spirit decolonizes our injustice and our human systems. The Spirit breaks down our Babel, our confusion, and gives us language of faith. Miren qué bueno es cuando nos reuinimos juntos. Amen.
[Adapted and translated from a sermon preached in Spanish at Iglesia Luterana San Lucas in Eagle Pass, Texas on May 15, 2016].
Christ is Risen!
During this Easter season here along the Mexican border, we continue proclaiming God’s message of resurrection and new life in Christ. Our Vigil was a special event, with lighting our Paschal candle outside and hearing ancient Old Testament stories of salvation told in a high-tech way, with prerecorded scripture readings from church members projected onto the screen. As Easter people in Eagle Pass, we trust in God’s promises, even in the midst of high poverty rates, ecological injustices, and challenging political situations.
Encuentro is our Wednesday night learning and spiritual formation time for kids and adults together. For Lent, we painted a giant map for pinning places around the world for which we were praying. We also colored posters of the Stations of the Cross.
We’ve already harvested radishes from the San Lucas garden and shared them with food pantry clients and church members. Baylor University students helped plant seeds in March, and we are waiting for the spinach, onions, and Swiss chard to grow. The beds and water tank were installed with Gethsemane Lutheran Church, Austin. This garden project is a chance for us to more intentionally encourage healthy eating and to utilize the gifts of God’s creation.
Exploring Del Rio
I was asked by the Rev. Dr. Judith Spindt, our Synod’s Director of Evangelical Mission, to spend one day a week in Del Rio exploring possibilities for mission. This 12-18 month-long project is an experiment in evangelism and ministry, which will prepare me to make a recommendation to the Synod as to potential directions for an ELCA presence in this nearby border city. Three months in, I’ve been doing one-one-one conversations with people in Del Rio, and starting to get a feel for this place that, although also on the border, has a very different demographic feel than Eagle Pass.
Recently Old Lutheran, the company that makes fun t-shirts and other products, had posted several jokes on Facebook that assume that Lutherans are of Scandinavian descent. As pastor of San Lucas, I know plenty of faithful Lutherans who are not. In response, I posted a meme using a picture of the tostadas that were our VBS snack a few years ago. It was a way for me to flip around stereotypes of what it means to be Lutheran. Other colleagues have picked up the idea, posting on social media similar picture memes with captions re-framing Lutheran assumptions using the hashtag #DecolonizeLutheranism.
A Growing Congregation, Even With Challenges
Our 2015 average weekly worship attendance was 51, up from 39 in 2014 (31%). Our number of active participants was 137, up from 103 in 2014 (33%). There is a new energy and enthusiasm brewing at San Lucas. The Holy Spirit is at work here! Also, over twenty families are now using newly-introduced offering envelopes for weekly giving. This is a positive step towards self-sustaining stewardship practices. Nevertheless, we are still very dependent on financial support from friends and mission partners. We are grateful for all your prayers and contributions. In the midst of tight cash-flow situations, we triage how we spend money. We’ve put off purchasing a desperately-needed new weed-eater and lawn mower for several years. Just this week, our electricity was shut off for a few hours as we waited for Sunday’s offering deposit to clear. I received the October paycheck of my pastoral salary in April. Even though these administrative setbacks are irksome and disheartening, hope is not lost. God is not done at San Lucas. In this community struggling with poverty, corruption, and apathy, San Lucas needs to continue in its ministry of welcome, togetherness, and bold grace, as we become a healthier congregation for the sake of the world.
God’s peace be with you,
Pastor Paul Bailie
Tonight was the Peace with Purple Vigil at Maverick County Lake, hosted by the Quad Counties Council on Drug and Alcohol Abuse. Candles were lit in remembrance of the 140 people killed by domestic violence in Texas during 2014 as their names were read. We also remembered two women killed in Maverick County in 2013. I was invited to lead the invocation. Here is what I prayed:
Dios amado, loving God:
Te damos gracias por la oportunidad para estar aquí hoy juntos en comunidad.
We give you thanks for the opportunity to be together today in community. We give you thanks for our families and for life’s blessings.
Te damos gracias por nuestras familias y por las bendiciones en la vida. Sea con nosotros en esta noche en esta vigilia. Manda tu presencia sanadora. Manda tu amor.
Be with us in this vigil tonight. Send your healing presence. Send your love. Comfort us as we remember those who have died because of domestic violence.
Favor de consolarnos al recordar a los que han sufrido por causa de violencia domestica. Lamentamos la muerte. Lloramos en el dolor.
We lament death. We cry in pain. Hear our prayer.
Escucha nuestras plegarias.
Oramos por los que todavía sufren en silencio. Oramos por familias afectadas por abuso.
Oramos por los que abusan. Oramos por todos luchando para parar los ciclos de venganza y violencia.
We pray for those who still suffer in silence.
We pray for families affected by abuse.
We pray for abusers.
We pray for those in the struggle to stop cycles of vengeance and violence.
Send a spirit of healing, a spirit of justice, and a spirit of solidarity.
Favor de mandar a un espíritu de sanción, un espíritu de justicia, y un espíritu de solidaridad. Danos aquí en el Condado Maverick el valor para ser ejemplos de bienvenida y modelos de misericordia.
Give us in Maverick County the valor to be examples of welcome and models of mercy. Give us tools of cooperation and unity, so that we may put into practice a message of peace—in our hearts, en our families, and in our world. Bless this vigil and give us your peace.
Danos las herramientas de cooperación y unidad, para que podamos poner en práctica un mensaje de paz—en nuestros corazones, en nuestras familias, y en nuestro mundo.
Bendice esta vigila y danos tu paz. Amen.
Michael Rawat, a physics/math student at William Jewell College in Liberty, Missouri, has received a Journey Grant and a Hall Grant from his university to study the effects of adobe compressed bricks in Eagle Pass, both the characteristics of the brick and its community value. Michael, originally from the United Kingdom, was at San Lucas for a few weeks this summer perfecting the brick-making machine that he built and inviting others to learn and build together. We plan to use the bricks for various projects around the San Lucas church campus, including beds for our garden and a new mailbox to replace the one that was recently knocked down by a car. He will leave the machine at San Lucas so that it will be available to the wider Eagle Pass community for various projects.
Grace and peace in the name of Christ Jesus. Amen.
Today I was going to continue a sermon series on 2 Corinthians, “Hearts of Reconciliation.” I was going to focus my preaching today on “Eager Generosity.” Paul invites the Corinthians to show generosity in a campaign to collect funds for the impoverished Christians in Jerusalem. Paul refers (in another part of the letter) to the Christians in Macedonia, how have given with much generosity, even in the midst of suffering and affliction.
I was planning to preach a sermon on stewardship and generosity. It would be especially important here at San Lucas, when we’ve waited for years and years for the benevolence of the synod and churches of the North instead of completely developing our own capacity to give. Because of bureaucratic problems in the ELCA, our denomination, we had not received all of our support funds for a few months. They finally came yesterday. But here at San Lucas eventually we need to have our own stewardship campaign. We need to open our hearts. We need to think about our own generosity. But today I will preach on something different. I will leave these stewardship and generosity questions for another day to focus on what is happening in the world.
Even though we have more expenses than income at San Lucas, there’s something more important. Even though they cut off the water at the church and our van insurance while we waited for checks to clear, there’s something more urgent. Even though I haven’t received a paycheck since April, there is something even more pressing: The injustice, violence, and racism of our country. I’ll say it again: The injustice, violence, and racism of our country.
This week our Presiding Bishop Elizabeth Eaton invited each congregation of the ELCA, our denomination, to recognize a day of repentance and mourning to mark the death of nine African American persons murdered at a church in Charleston, South Carolina, last week.
We lament bloody violence. We lament racism. We lament injustice. We pray for the families of the victims. We pray for the alleged assassin, for his family, and for his Lutheran congregation. We await transformation. We seek reconciliation.
Even though it is a day of repentance and mourning…Even though there is much sadness…Even though there is much pain, there is also reason to celebrate. There were victories on the side of justice this week.
In the midst of racist violence and in the midst of pain, there were good conversations about removing the Confederate flag—a symbol of racism and a sign of oppression. It’s one step on the path toward justice.
The Supreme Court decided about health insurance—Obamacare. It will be easier for families to receive health care and to have healthier communities.
And also on Friday, the Supreme Court decided in favor of marriage equality, across the whole country. Love has no boundaries. Our friends and family members who are homosexual can now get married. It’s a sign of human dignity and a sign of civil rights. It’s a sign of inclusion and diversity.
All of these things can confuse us. They can surprise. One thing that never changes is God’s ability to change and transform God’s world. I’ll say it again. One thing that never changes is God’s ability to change and transform God’s world.
This week I was invited by a group of LGBTQ people here in Eagle Pass to pray a benediction at their gathering in Plaza San Juan [downtown] to mark this historic day. For me, it was a work of solidarity and an opportunity to have a ministry of presence with some people who have probably been rejected by other churches. I wanted to show that there are non-homophobic Christians in Eagle Pass, and that God’s love is for all.
I prayed for couples of every type and for families of every form, as they affirm their promises and recognize their love. I prayed for a spirit of grace, fidelity, mercy, and patience. I prayed for encouragement in the community to continue in the struggle for liberty for everybody.
Even though there is marriage equality, there is still injustice. There is still no employment nor housing protection. These things greatly affect poor people and people of color. It’s still difficult for immigrants. There’s still discrimination. There’s still suffering. We still await the Reign of God.
As a white male, as someone heterosexual and educated, I sweat privilege. I don’t know discrimination. I don’t know racism. But I’m a child of God, and together we are community. Together we are God’s great village. When one person suffers, we all suffer. When one person has injustice, we all have injustice.
This week, there was conflict in the White House. During an event, Jennicet Gutiérrez, an undocumented transgender Mexican woman, interrupted President Obama. “I am a transgender woman,” she shouted. “No more deportations.” She wanted to announce the injustice in the detention system. She wanted to stop discrimination, but she was removed from the room. “Not in my house,” Obama said.
Upon thinking of this confrontation, I remembered a story from my family. When my dad was a teen, in the 1950s, President Harry Truman visited our town in Iowa, but began his speech saying, “It’s good to be here in the state of Illinois.” My dad and his buddies shouted, “Harry (using his first name, lacking much respect), you’re in Iowa, not Illinois.” The President said to them, “Young men, if you are not going to respect the President, you must still respect the Presidency.” Afterwards, my grandparents (strong Republicans and not fans of the Democratic President) punished my dad and took away his motorbike for a month.
I believe firmly that each person deserves respect—President or prisoner. But I also believe in the responsibility of leadership. There is a gigantic difference between the juvenile joking of my dad and the prophetic agitation of Jennicet Gutiérrez. There is a difference between teasing and a call to justice. Sometimes we need to speak truth to power. Sometimes the comfortable need to be uncomfortable.
Jennicet Gutiérrez reminds me greatly of the woman in today’s Gospel (Mark 5:21-43) that touches Jesus’ clothes. These two women have both suffered much. One must say that Barack Obama isn’t Jesus, but these two women come near to a man with power, looking for transformation, seeking justice, seeking an answer.
With faith, valor and hope, this unnamed woman had an encounter with Jesus. To be close was sufficient. To be in his presence was tremendous. Jesus says, “Daughter, you faith has healed you.” Jesus recognizes her dignity. Jesus recognizes her humanity. In Jesus, someone oppressed finds new live. In Jesus, a rejected person searches for inclusion. In Jesus, someone without a name has an identity.
And it’s the same with us. With Jesus, we have a God of new possibilities. With Jesus, we are strengthened to keep on goin’. With Jesus, there’s healing. There’s tranquility. There’s grace.
We probably aren’t always going to agree with President Obama on everything, but this week he did give us a tremendous word of grace. Even though he’s shown his power in various forms, he’s shown his love and compassion. This week he preached at the funeral for Pastor Clementa Pinckney, one of the Charleston martyrs, who was also a state senator. You can see the sermon on Youtube. With compassion and mercy, the President brought comfort and consolation. I watched the video on the Internet, and I cried on hearing promises of hope. Obama said that “by acknowledging the pain and loss of others, even as we respect the traditions, ways of life that make up this beloved country, by making the moral choice to change, we express God’s grace. We don’t earn grace. We’re all sinners. We don’t deserve it. But God gives it to us anyway.” )
In this, Obama is 100 percent correct. His message seems so Lutheran. It is Lutheran. God gives us grace even though we are sinners. Even though we are part of a fallen, sinful, and racist world, God forgives us. God transforms us. God give us grace.
And upon finishing his speech, or rather sermon, our Commander in Chief becomes our Cantor in Chief, leading the assembly in a hymn that crosses borders and a song that inspires with emotion and hope:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I’m found,
Was blind but now I see.
And Obama continued: Clementa Pinckney found that grace…
… Cynthia Hurd found that grace…
… Susie Jackson found that grace…
… Ethel Lance found that grace…
… DePayne Middleton Doctor found that grace…
… Tywanza Sanders found that grace…
… Daniel L. Simmons, Sr. found that grace…
… Sharonda Coleman-Singleton found that grace…
.. Myra Thompson found that grace…
With the power of Jesus, with the love of God, with the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, we find that grace. In baptismal waters, we find that grace. In bread and wine, we find that grace. In prayer and song and community, we find that grace.
With Obama, we hope. With Charleston, we hope. With Jennicet Gutiérrez, we hope. With our LGBTQ brothers and sisters, we hope. With the woman touching the clothes of Jesus, we hope.
We hope for God’s grace—the grace that transforms us and the grace that rescues us. We hope for the justice of Jesus—the justice that will liberate everyone and the justice that reminds us of love. We hope for the movement of the Holy Spirit—the Spirit that is present here in this place and the Spirit that is moving in the world. We hope for grace. And let the Church say: Amen.
[Originally preached in Spanish at Iglesia Luterana San Lucas in Eagle Pass, Texas, on June 28, 2015 by Rev. Paul Bailie]
I was invited by the Eagle Pass/Maverick County LGBTQ group to give a prayer for the “Glitter Gathering,” at Plaza San Juan in downtown Eagle Pass, commemorating the historic marriage equality decision by the Supreme Court. I considered it an act of solidarity and ministry of presence to share the day with the local group. Here’s what I prayed:
We give you thanks for the blessings of this day.
You are God of justice, God of welcome, God of victory, God of reconciliation.
You are always on the side of those who are repressed, rejected and marginalized.
You have created all of your children in your image:
Of every race, of every language, of every sexual orientation, and every gender identity.
We celebrate your fabulous diversity.
We celebrate your spirit of transformation.
We celebrate with our all of our gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, queer, and questioning brothers and sisters.
We pray for couples of every type, for families of every form, as they affirm their promises and recognize their love.
Pour out your grace, your faithfulness, your mercy, and your patience.
Renew our community of Eagle Pass with a spirit of friendship and human dignity, so that we may walk together in solidarity.
We lament discrimination and injustice, especially that done by the government and by the church.
We lament oppression that still continues.
We remember those who have suffered.
We ask your presence: your strength, your blessing.
Give us encouragement to continue in the struggle of freedom for all.
Give us wisdom to live with love and compassion.
And give us incredible and tremendous joy as we celebrate with fervor and hope.
All this we pray in your holy name. Amen.
Te damos gracias por las bendiciones de este día.
Tú eres Dios de justicia, Dios de bienvenida, Dios de victoria, Dios de reconciliación.
Siempre estás con los reprimidos, los rechazados, y los marginados.
Tú has creado a todos tus hijos e hijas en tu imagen:
De cada raíz, de cada idioma, de cada orientación sexual, de cada identidad de genero.
Celebramos tu diversidad fabulosa.
Celebramos tu espíritu de transformación.
Celebramos con todos nuestros hermanos e hermanas gay, lesbiana, bisexual, y transgenero.
Oramos por parejas de cada tipo, por familias de cada forma, al afirmar su compromiso, al reconocer su amor.
Derrama tu gracia, tu fidelidad, tu bondad, y tu paciencia.
Renueva a nuestra comunidad de Eagle Pass con espíritu de amistad y dignidad humana, para que podamos caminar juntos en solidaridad.
Lamentamos discriminación e injusticia, especialmente hecho por el gobierno y por las iglesias.
Lamentamos la opresión que todavía continua.
Recordamos los que han sufrido.
Pedimos tu presencia, oh Dios: tu fortaleza y tu bendición.
Danos ánimo para continuar en la lucha de libertad por todos.
Danos sabiduría para vivir con amor y compasión.
Y danos alegría increíble y gozo tremendo para celebrar con fervor y esperanza.
Oramos todo en tu santísimo nombre. Amen.