Oh Father of the alien and stranger,
we confess that we often act as
insular bunches of home boys,
Fearful and protective of what we
pretend is our turf.
Comfort us as we receive and
practice the forgiveness of sins,
welcoming the gifts of others
in holy fear for our souls.
Oh Christ, victor over evil in
high office,
we confess aged resentments over systems
that favor the proud
subsidize evil, and addict those
disadvantaged at birth.
Redeem us from Pharaoh’s wisdom
that we may serve in the power of
your weakness
With loving patience—full of
hope.
Oh Spirit of power, love and
self-discipline,
we confess that we are often
timid young girls,
fearful of not belonging, vainly
trying to prove our worth.
Forgive those with social power
over us
that we may be truly free from
sin, doing your will
until all knees bow in but one
shared home.
