Every Sunday, I lead our congregation in a time of intercession. I create sacred space for persons to share their joys and concerns. And I don’t take the task lightly.
I am certain that I am facilitating a dialogue, starting a conversation for which some cannot find the words, that I am helping persons open up and listen up. Hands folded are the busiest. Heads bowed work the hardest. Knees bent are traveling at a speed not known to humanity.
I have been asked often how I came to this understanding of race. How do I write with such conviction? Why does the social construct have no power over me? The answer is simple. Prayer. My release from the captivity of the social coloring of flesh was done in conversation. I shared my concerns about the meanings of flesh that had been attached to me and my neighbor with God. I “took it to the Lord in prayer.”
Rather than wrestle with race, I gave it to God. And God did not hand it back to me. Instead, the words of Galatians 3.28: “There is neither Jew nor Greek” came to me. They introduced themselves to me personally. No longer some letter written to the church at Galatia, those words were addressed to me.
John Wesley said, “Prayer is where the action is” and I am a firm believer. My best work, my hardest work, my deepest and truest convictions have come from prayer.
Here’s the prayer that I shared with our congregation yesterday. It is proof that belief if not just walked out but talked out. I am delivered from the social construct of race by God’s name.
God, we call on Your name because this is where the action is. “Author and Finisher of our faith,” we need only say Your name and can consider the matter settled. There is no doubt in the ability of Your name or the agility of Your presence. Needing no approval rating, Your name satisfies our deepest needs. We are met in places unseen and at times not suited to regular business hours.
You are not a nine to five God.
Because when we call on You, we are not asked to take a number or to take a seat. There is no time delay in prayer. You never say, “I’ll get back to you on that.”
But, from our mouth to Your hand, each prayer is stamped urgent. Holding galaxies in place and our hands, cupping the borders of oceans and collecting our tears, directing angels and speaking to our fears. “[You’ve] got the whole world in Your hands,” but, You still hold us individually, specifically and uniquely.
Not held too tight, we are not crushed by the calendar of Eternity. You do not have to fit us in but there is always room for us. Never consumed by Your work, You have gathered with us to hear about our week, to mourn and rejoice with us. You want to hear our story just as much as we want to hear Yours.
With elbows on pew, You have come to participate in our lives, to see what this worship service is about. And to answer those who call on Your name.
We are so grateful that we can mark You present, God.
You have heard our prayers; now give us the faith to mark You present in our homes and in hospital rooms, in war- torn countries and in divided nations, on playgrounds and at cafeteria lunch tables, in the halls of government and in our schools, in hopeless corners of the world and in hearts battered and bruised by addiction, depression, rejection and abandonment. Let us be marked present. Encourage us to use Your name as an action word and not an excuse.
In Your name, we pray, act, help, love, protect, defend and serve all You have created. Amen.
 Hebrews 12.2