Walter Brueggemann’s Prayers for a Privileged People arrived in my mailbox this morning. On page one, I read these words:
The pastor says, “Almighty God, unto whom all hearts are open…” We rush to the next phrase, but now we linger there. We ponder our hearts… our deepest feelings of love and devotion, our closest organ of vitality, our place of deep decision-making, our instrument of being fully ourselves.
Our hearts—that throb for contact with you—our hearts are open. They are not always open by our choice, for we would sometimes like to close our hearts and our minds and our hands. But they are open, because our hearts cannot resist your steady care and address. Our hearts are open for you, very God. You are the one who has made us so that our hearts are restless till they rest in you.
Do your mysterious, majestic God-ing with our hearts: reclaim, renew, re-enliven, that we may leave your presence transplanted, transformed, transposed, become by your attentiveness whom we have not yet embraced, open and receptive, honest and undefensive, unafraid and committed to obedience.
Let the pulse of our heart throb now, according to the cadences of your rule; command and we will obey, overrule and we will yield, lead and we will walk where we never thought to go.
Unto you… not unto each other, not unto our pet projects, not unto our favorite charity or passion. Unto you… our hearts are open; we are yours; be our God—yet again.
I’m going to like this book.