We languish in a valley of dry bones. Do we respect the dead and let them lie, honor their traditions and refrain from disturbing their hallowed ground?
Do we lie down with them in slow acquiescence and wait reverently for some future paradise, ignorant of the arid dust we’ve made of our faith?
Or, do we turn up the music and dance, knowing that many of them will remain dormant and determined to remain in death, but in the hope that some of them will hear the music, allow the Sacred Breath to lift them out of the dirt, re-knit their sinews, and dance with us?
Creator of the Song, give us ears to hear the music and the guts to keep dancing.
Lord hear our prayer.