Kyrie

I have a favorite Kyrie.  (Marty Haugen's "Now the Feast and Celebration")  The melody is delicious.  My four year old sings it at home.

"In peace, in peace, let us pray to the Lord . . ."

For me, peace is not quiet stillness, but a deep contentment -- which I guess can feel like a quiet stillness in the soul . . . a joyful, spinning, content, quiet stillness.  Maybe like an Irish Jig danced with a coy smile.

"For the reign of God and for peace throughout the world, for the unity of all, let us pray to the Lord . . ."

Picture it:  God as our King.  And all of us holding hands, dancing that Irish Jig around him in a circle.  We can't stop dancing because our hearts won't stop bursting and our feet won't stop rejoicing.

"For your people here who have come to give you praise, for the strength to live your word, let us pray to the Lord . . ."

What a beautiful image to Live God's Word -- not only our hearts living God's word, but our hands and feet . . . our eyes and mouths . . . our to-do lists and crappy days and sore muscles and endless sea of toys that never seem to stay in the toy basket . . .

"Help, save and defend us, O God . . ."

Teach us to dance.

Amen.