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Advent Candle Lighting Liturgy – Third Sunday of Advent – Joy

Third Sunday of Advent – Joy

Happiness is easily shattered by greed, disregard or circumstances, but joy can bloom in the bleakest of situations, confident in God’s faithfulness. Joy looks despair and hatred in the eyes and is moved to action. We light the candle of Joy with Mary’s song about God’s subversive love echoing through the centuries.

(Light two purple candles; then pink/rose candle.)

Let us pray:

Loving Spirit, from generation to generation, you have called us to lift up the downtrodden, feed the hungry and shower the world with your mercy.  Give us the bold courage of that young, dark-skinned, Middle Eastern woman named Mary who risked everything for Love. Equip us to be midwives for a world in pain. And may the world be moved by our rejoicing as vital, diverse communities of care come to life. Amen.

 ©December 5, 2016 Cynthia Langston Kirk

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In the Midst of It All – Joy

In the Midst of It All – Joy

 

Sometimes you move with saffron steps to the tune of the sunrise,

Dew-blessed beginnings, fresh starts

Like sharpened pencils in the Fall,

Uttering “I do” with your soul mate,

Unpacking in a new home.

Joy is within and around you

Like electricity

Energizing your gifts,

Arousing your gratitude.

 

You leap through lush fields,

Your verdant heart singing.

Exploring forests and fern,

Praying … with the rhythm … of the ocean,

Stunned repeatedly by stark deserts

Adorned with sunsets which captivate your soul;

Giving thanks for every piece of nature

That bathes you in joy.

 

Raging red of boiling emotions

Spews forth when you are

Dismissed, oppressed, cursed,

Or when such is done to loved ones.

Joy seems nowhere to be found.

Molten anger within your heart

Appears to have covered her for good.

Suddenly Joy’s ember emerges unscathed.

Even amidst the fury,

She is there.

 

Somber grey, subdued, dismal,

Suppressing all energy to be engaged,

Seeking to rob you of wisdom

Even as you claw toward the Light.

Whispering “you don’t matter”,

“All is hopeless”,

“You are forever lost”.

Joy sits with you,

Whispering Hope.

 

Grief knocks down the door

Filling every pore with indigo darkness.

Spilling over with endless tears

Until your eyes dry-heave agony.

If you had the energy to pull the covers over your head,

You would.

But loss brings paralysis

Depleting you of inspiration and drive.

Joy is there

In precious memories,

A friend’s silent presence,

Deep within you

Bidding you forward.

 

In the midst of life’s beauty and gore

Move with joy, move to joy,

Not just the shallow waters of happiness –

Things accumulated, positions gained,

But the core deep,

Hope-propelled, grace-filled

Foundation of Living Love.

Befriend joy,

Celebrating the fact that she dwells within each of us,

Inviting us to dance.

 

©October 8, 2014  Cynthia Langston Kirk

To use this or any liturgy written by Cynthia Langston Kirk please include the copyright in your bulletin and/or on your screen. If you want to use the writing in any other way than one time worship use, please contact Cynthia at: calkirk@aol.com