{"id":698,"date":"2020-09-10T12:51:45","date_gmt":"2020-09-10T19:51:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/seniorstudio\/?p=698"},"modified":"2022-08-31T20:24:09","modified_gmt":"2022-08-31T20:24:09","slug":"a-prayer-for-the-new-semester","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/2020\/09\/10\/a-prayer-for-the-new-semester\/","title":{"rendered":"A prayer for the new semester"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-group\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\">\n<div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container\">\n<p><strong>I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe<\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\" style=\"text-align: left\"><em>O God of beginnings,<br \/>\n<\/em><em>as your Spirit moved over the face of the deep<br \/>\non the first day of creation,<br \/>\nmove with me now<br \/>\nin my time of beginnings,<br \/>\n<\/em><em>when the air is rain-washed,<br \/>\nthe bloom is on the bush,<br \/>\nand the worlds seems fresh<br \/>\nand full of possibilities,<br \/>\nand I feel ready and full.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\" style=\"text-align: left\"><em>I tremble on the edge of a maybe,<br \/>\na first time,<br \/>\na new thing,<br \/>\na tentative start,<br \/>\nand the wonder of it lays its finger on my lips.<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\" style=\"text-align: left\"><em>In silence, Lord,<br \/>\nI share now my eagerness<br \/>\nand my uneasiness<br \/>\nabout this something different<br \/>\nI would be or do;<\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\" style=\"text-align: left\"><em>and I listen for your leading<br \/>\nto help me separate the light<br \/>\n<\/em><em>from the darkness<br \/>\nin the change I seek to shape<br \/>\nand which is shaping me.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Loder, Ted. 2005.\u00a0<i>Guerrillas Of Grace<\/i>. Minneapolis, MN: Augsburg Books.<\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-698\" data-postid=\"698\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-698 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe O God of beginnings, as your Spirit moved over the face of the deep on the first day of creation, move with me now in my time of beginnings, when the air is rain-washed, the bloom is on the bush, and the worlds seems fresh and full [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":473,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-announcements","category-prayers","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/473"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=698"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/create.twu.ca\/art411412\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}