O Rushing Wind, Burning Bush, Tongue of Fire, awaken us from our slumber; wrestle us from our comfort. Forgive . . . our fear disguised as righteous indignation; our hatred heralded as piety; our selfishness depicted as personal freedom; our pride veiled as gratitude; our complacency presented as patience. Forgive us. May our repentance be evidenced in our turning toward one another and away from that which we allow to separate us. May we experience your glory revealed in the faces of those we are reluctant to see. We pray, O Divine Disrupter, breathe in us life; set us ablaze; grant us utterance to speak your grace, your mercy, your justice in a language your world can hear.