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Money: Prayer of Confession
Sun, Feb 27th
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
Lord Jesus, you alone are a God of love. You alone rule with benevolence and grace. You alone sacrifice for your subjects. You secure our liberty in the victory of your blood.
Yet we would pledge allegiance to tyrants, seeking citizenship in kingdoms of slavery, bowing low to the gods of wealth and security, suffering violence in the cruel courts of jackal kings.
Jesus, save us from our foolish loyalties. Lead a revolution within our hearts, a bloody uprising over the power of sin, a merciless crusade against the despots of death.
Give us neither poverty nor riches, but feed us only with the food that is needful for us, lest we be full and deny you and say, “Who is the Lord?” Or lest we be poor and steal and profane the name of our God.
Work: Prayer of Confession
Sun, Feb 20th
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
Gracious Father, you lavished us with creation. You filled the earth with warmth and beauty. You enriched the soil with fertility. You fattened the clouds with rain.
You hid metals in the ground, and adorned common stone with turquoise, ruby and sapphire. You painted fields with wildflowers, and weighed branches low with peaches, coconut and pineapple.
You planted humanity in this verdant land, and called us gardeners. You impregnated the world with discovery, and loosed our curious fingers.
How now could all this come to ruin? Has sin’s curse emptied goodness? Can the dead wholly bury the living? Does any pleasure yet subsist amid toil?
Father forgive us; we have forgotten the joy of labor. We have imagined paradise lost, and failed to see its green hiding within the fog. We have learned to despise our callings.
Help us to rediscover work’s delight, to remember the purpose of our industry, to feel your smile over calloused hands and aching backs, to complete every job in worship.
Three Tables: Prayer of Confession
Sun, Feb 6th
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
Your word O Lord says:
“Oh the depths of the riches and the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are his judgments and how inscrutable his ways!”
Yet we all like little children reject your wisdom and refuse your instruction. We’ve pushed you away, claiming what is yours as “mine” and we go toddling on our way.
You O Lord are the Creator and Sustainer, you give life and breath and all things to all men.
We walk every day in the power of our own flesh and give praise to our cleverness. We see our mud pies as mansions and our scribblings as Monets.
There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end leads to death.
Your cry O Lord is, “Give me your heart and let your eyes delight in my ways.” So you sent your Son, your hearts delight to live in our place. He purchased the Spirit with his blood that we may become sons and daughters of your heart’s love.
Holy Spirit come! Open our eyes to see your ways. Fill us with the Father’s delight in the Son and our Brother’s delight in the Father. Your children with one voice cry, Abba, Father, come Lord Jesus come.
Three Tables: Prayer of Confession
Sun, Jan 30th
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
The harlot prepares her table
And mixes poison in sparkling wine
She kneads the dough of death
And leavens her frosted cakes with venom
We have all gulped the cup of folly
We have gorged on toxic loaves
Sophia beckons to a simpler affair
Her carafes swirl with instruction
Her ovens teem with thick crusts
This is an honest meal
We have all rejected the tonic of truth
We have despised the grains of rebuke
Here we stand in the throes of starvation
Malnourished, chronic gluttons of empty foods
But the Good Host has spread another table
And now invites us from our gutters to his banquet
Let us drink deep from the fountain of Christ
Let us feast forever on the bread of life
Who is Sophia: Prayer of Confession
Sun, Jan 23rd
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
Brought forth from old
Sophia took shape before the worlds
And all the goodness of creation
Flowed from her delicate fingers
She was her Father’s first delight
His treasure for the ages
In brilliance, without defect
In beauty, without rival
Yet the sons of men would have none of her
Preferring serpent speak to angelic song
Her voice left echoing in an abandoned garden
Sophia rhymes alone, without suitor
Father, none is righteous, no not one
Like sheep we have all gone astray
Our best of deeds reek of filth
And we all fall short of your glory
But one like us has reentered the garden
He alone has walked in step with Sophia’s rhythm
He alone has courted her with unceasing devotion
And so a heavenly union manifests in the flesh
Where we have mocked Sophia, Christ has honored her
Where we have rejected wisdom, Christ has embraced her
Where we have despised understanding, Christ has loved her
Come let us worship the one who pursued Sophia for us
Introducing the Harlot: Prayer of Confession
Sun, Jan 16th
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
Father, you have named us beautiful
But we have not believed
You have called us wonderful
But we have doubted your word
We are disinterested in the value of our birth
Desperate for affirmations of our merit
We sacrifice at the altar of esteem
Whoring for attention and praise
Father, forgive us our vanity, our attempts to draw worship
Forgive us our egotism, our immodest boasting
Forgive us our idolatry, our need of veneration
Forgive us our lust, our false god of pleasure
Rescue us to the joy of single-minded devotion
Teach us to delight in you
Go to the Ant: Prayer of Confession
Sun, Jan 9th
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
A little sleep, a little slumber
Idle hands to stomach’s hunger
Or unexamined busyness
Empty frenzy, intentionless
Forgive us, Father
We have squandered the gift of time
Forgive us, Father
We have built towers of vapor
Wake up, O sleeper
Pursue Sophia, love and keep her
Steal back life from these evil days
Let redemption guide your ways
Ignite us, Father
That we might burn for justice
Fill us, Father
That we might overflow with you
Rest: Prayer of Confession
Thu, Jan 6th
Each week, the people of The Painted Door gather around the table of Jesus to hear Gospel proclamation, join in Gospel song and foster Gospel community. As part of that gathering, we engage in reading together a confession of our sin and God's grace.
I am tired. Spirit of God, help me.
We are tired. Spirit of God, help us.
Teach us to rest in our King.
The Wife of Your Youth: Prayer of Confession
Tue, Dec 14th
Lord Jesus, your passion is relentless
You chase your bride as a faithful suitor
Slumming through dark alleys in search of her
Laboring through sleepless epochs to be with her
But we would not be found
We hear your steps and hide in ditches
Playing the whore in shadow of night
Drowning our shame in the vapor of pleasure
You weep for knowledge of her folly
Yet your obsession will not yield
Your chaste pursuit will outlast her defenses
You will win her to your side
Lord Jesus, by your hand, we are pulled from the gutter
In your kindness, we are robed in white
For your glory, we are spared dishonor
And by your stripes, we are healed
What love is this that a king so great would choose for himself a common harlot?
Buy Art Not People
Thu, Dec 9th
On Dec. 4, The Painted Door hosted an event dubbed Buy Art Not People, helping to raise thousands of dollars to fight human trafficking. With local art, live music, a short film, and good food and drink, we had a blast and began to realize the vision for our space. Look for many more such events in the near future.
Buy Art Not People from Buy Art Not People on Vimeo.