Gathering Music

“Trusty and True”

Call to Prayer

One:
Let all who are redeemed from the depths of despair,
Where want and danger flourish in the deep,
Declare loudly with a unified tongue,

All:
God is near
God’s assurances are etched on our hearts
God’s faithfulness drips from our mouths
We know what we profess to be true.

One:
And in this truth, we build a sanctuary
For God, ever wakeful, hears our distress

Sung Evening Confession

“Come Out, Come Out”

Reading

from “four” in queering lent by slats

Mark Miller

it is right there, in this text you hold sacred,
in this book you call “good”.

the vision is a beautiful one,
full of mystery and paradox and peace:
the wolf and the lamb,
the leopard and kid,
the calf, the lion, the fatling,
the cow and bear
and all their children,
playing, living, together,
led by a child.

“how beautiful!”
you say, and paint paintings
and sing songs
and celebrate this vision

and it is beautiful.
it is also unnatural.

these instinctive relationships
these clearly established hierarchies
these unshakable binaries:
predator,
prey,
built into DNA,
built into the natural order,
set aside for a higher purpose–
peace.

and they call us unnatural.
they spit that word at us as an insult.
we, who redefine relationships
and challenge hierarchies
and break binaries–
and so you come to our holy places
to hurt and destroy us

because you cannot see:
our vision of peace is queer.

Sung Response

“A Place at the Table”

Time of Silent Reflection

Reading

Dr. Kate Ott

Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows,
Help us to see
That without the dust the rainbow
Would not be.
That without night
The sunrise
Would have no glow:
Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows,
Help us to know.

— Langston Hughes

Reflection

On Being a Denominational Orphan at Home at Drew

Dr. Kate Ott

Sung Response

“There is a Wideness in God’s Mercy”

Blessing

Dr. Kate Ott

Sending Music

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Worship Notes:

Worship Notes: Call to Prayer adapted from a poem by Franklyn Harrison https://www.disruptworshipproject.com/year-c/lenten-poetry-2019

Poem: from queering lent by slats