I hope you laugh louder.
That you cry harder.
I hope you discover more freedom.
That you act more bravely.
Fear a bit less.
I hope that you see a little deeper.
That you believe stronger.
I hope you are seen more deeply.
That you welcome the awkward.
Speak more honestly.
I hope you live wide awake.
That you are more fully present.
I hope you live more than you exist.
Because life is too short for average.
I think I still get chills every time I read these words…a poem…a liturgy of sorts that Mark Pierson included in his book The Art of Curating Worship. My favorite portion of the poem is below, but check out this post for the entire thing. It’s worth it!
We often forget the story which came to us,
Preferring order to uncertainty;
Orthodoxy to love,
And religious piety to unmerited grace
Come to us again, Lord Jesus,
And whisper your words of welcome;
Fill our hearts with reckless wonder,
And our minds with splendid nonsense
Awake in us the dream of the kingdom;
Resurrect our dead and perished visions;
Alert us to the heaven in our midst;
And quicken us to laugh and love