(Leader [person #1] from upfront):
Here is our pain, our cry,
here is our prison cell graffiti
here is our 5th amendment waiver
Look and see into our eyes
Hear the burdens of our hearts
(unexpected, person #2 stands up in pew and says)
we have been locked up so long
born into a prison that we cannot smell or taste or touch
we have paced the cage til we’ve worn paths into the floor
Cursed is our containment
Heavy the weight of sin we bear
(person #3 stands up and says)
We have acquiesced too quickly
swallowed poison propaganda
kowtowed to Empire
genuflected towards the status-quo consensus
(person #4 from the pew, seated, reads this)
And it is killing us, slowly
we are rotting, souls first.
Look at our atrophy (pause)
No, don’t look we don’t want to be seen like this
Oh, but look, look, and help us learn how to be free
(leader up front [person #1] reads again)
now it feels chronic; nearly normal
now it’s all habit and routine
comfortably predictable misery
numb monotony
(All; words on screen)
But this is wrong and we know it
we have felt it our entire lives,
there is something wrong with the world
this is not how we were meant to live
this is not what we were made for
this should not be our destiny
prosperity has not borne fruitfulness
our garden became a junk-yard, oil-stained
longevity has only lengthened our loneliness
we have outlived our reasons
We cannot be silent any longer
whether from true repentance
or merely a pain-reflex
heard or not, we must cry out:
(leader up front, person #1)
Enough of “not enough”!
No more of “a little more”
Our neurons are nauseated
by the salt-sugar-fat trinity
(person #2)
now we know:
no amount of messages
can fill an inbox without a bottom
no screen, … touch or not, …can hug or cry, or bleed, or scream
(person #4 seated)
These are our walls,
this is our incarceration,
for this we traded freedom
can there yet be liberation?
( reader [#4] stands up, raises hands continues)
God of Exodus, hear our cry,
Lord, have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy (all 4 readers)
Set us free
Or we are hopeless
(all 4 readers)
Pry out of our clenched fists,
finger by finger,
(break them open if need be)
your jagged, cruciform, key
Sing: “O Lord hear my prayer” (Taize)
O Lord, hear my prayer
O Lord, hear my prayer
When I call, answer me
O Lord, hear my prayer
O Lord, hear my prayer
Come, and listen to me
Assurance of Pardon from Isaiah 61 (Leader:)
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners.
[bring up house lights]