Sophie and Sandy and Evelyn and Olive
gather and be God’s family here
Sanna and Beth and Lewis and Ben
bring all we are to this place today
Jonathan and Zoe and Rebecca and Matthew
hear God call our names
And let us…
who ever we are
give thanks for this day
all these people
and the God who calls each of us here
and loves us
(a prophetic reading)
Not everyone feels the way the psalmist does
so this contemporary reading
treats the psalm as a promise
while for the psalmist it may be true
but for is it yet to be so.
So we read the original
breaking it with a new version
a psalm of thanksgiving
becomes a psalm of promise
I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up,
and did not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
and you have healed me.
But Lord, may my own thanksgiving
be a promise to those who have not yet been healed,
who do not yet find rejoicing
O Lord, you brought up my soul from Sheol,
restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.
This too a promise for those still waiting,
that your love holds our hand
leading us from the darkest places to those filled with light
Sing praises to the Lord, O you his faithful ones,
and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment;
his favour is for a lifetime.
In this moment: anger, hurt, pain;
but across a lifetime, let me find love
Weeping may linger for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
May we come to trust love,
fresh and hope-filled every morning
is strong enough to break the darkness of nights of memory
“What profit is there in my death,
if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it tell of your faithfulness?
Will my sorrow bring light to the world
will my fear bring hope?
Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me!
O Lord, be my helper!”
You have turned my mourning into dancing;
you have taken off my sackcloth
and clothed me with joy,
May I hear your promise
that I will once again own dancing shoes
and new colours with clothe me
after the dark of mourning
and one day my soul praise you and not be silent.
And I will give thanks to you
When we cannot say thanks
is our thanksgiving
It is more than words
more than a ‘thank you’
for what we have
is deeper than words
Rather it is a way of being in the world
a sense of being loved
a recognition we are known
O love that shapes the universe
and fills our breath with promise
hear our thanksgiving
that we are yours
And when we cannot say thanks
and when pain is too raw
and memory too fresh
and when we are not yet in the right place
to appreciate the world
as we once did
May we know your patience
shaped by a love
that journeys with us
through the anxiety and pain and grief we know
to that richer place
where we are loved
through the pain
and in time
(the right time)
into that rich thanksgiving once more
wherever we are
and however we feel
may we know
you are thankful for us
So be it