Yesterday I released “A Guide To Recovering From Fundamentalism”. Today I want to offer a prayer for all of us who sometimes take the circuitous route, those of us who wander, who leave home and find new homes.
God of the exiles, of those who wandered for 40 years in the desert, of those who have no place to lay their heads. God of the seekers and dreamers, the disaffected and disillusioned, the worn out and burnt out, the rejected and leavers…
We ask for blessings as we travel, as we doubt, as we meander.
We ask for the grace to leave when necessary, to come home when we can, to create new homes when we need to.
We ask for protection of our souls from those who don’t understand, who judge, who mock.
We ask for the fortitude to undertake the journey even when it’s scary (or, maybe, especially when it’s scary).
We know that as we wander we are not alone and as Tolkien says that “Not all who wander are lost”. We know that sometimes we have to leave the confines of what we knew to see the truth, to hear Your voice, to find out what to do next.
We pray you lead us where we need to go, by whatever route it takes. We pray for new ways to see You, to understand new ways of being in the world. We pray for healing and for redemption, and, where possible, reconciliation.
We pray for all of this so we can know wholeness, know our bodies, know each other, know You. So we can be found.
And to play you out today, a beautiful song by Philip Phillips called “Home”.
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home
Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found