08/31/2026
Here is the school year prayer that was shared in worship on Sunday. "God of All the Weird, Wonderful World," by Erin Wathen, adapted:
God of all the weird, wonderful world–make them curious and creative, and fill them with awe. Yes even for math, we pray.
Thank you, God, for the village: thank you for the teachers, the neighbors, and the parents of their friends; thank you for the bus driver, the coach, the nurse, the custodian, the counselor, the cafeteria worker, and the music teacher who is still hanging in there with a salary that survived budget cuts. For now. Thank you for the strong network of love and care that surrounds our young ones; for the power of good influence; and for all the extra sets of caring eyes, out there in the world.
Send your Spirit, Lord: to the band room, the basketball court and the science lab; to the dance studio, the art class and debate practice; to the stage and the student council elections and wherever else these amazing little people discover the gifts and talents that you have given them. Give them courage to share those gifts with the world, even if that one mean kid calls them a nerd, or a jock, or some other word that we old people don’t know yet, but that no one wants to be, for sure.
About mean girls: may they not know them. May they not BE them.
Regarding buffoonish boys who do not know how to treat a stranger or deal with anyone who is different: may they not be them. And may they not have to sit by them in homeroom.
Let there be no guns, God. We will ask you this one again, every day. And every day we will wonder if you are listening. And every day you will wonder the same about us. Let’s keep in touch.
Where there is overwhelming whiteness, or culture-deaf color-blindness–let them be askers of hard questions. Where there is glorification of war–both past and present–give them voices of compassion and peace. Where there is much dressing-up-like-Indians for Thanksgiving, let them wonder aloud if this is respectful to actual Native American communities, who may or may not be represented in the demographics of their school.
Bless those teachers, God. Shield them from helicopter parents, and kids who just can’t even. Restore their spirits from the demands of under-funding and over-standardized-testing. Fill them with the joy that led them to this calling, and may their espresso drinks be plentiful, strong, and topped with whipped cream.
May lunch be free of gross slimy stuff; and may lunch be free for all who need it to be.
Let there be freedom from rigid gender norms and impossible expectations of body type and wardrobe labels. Let this be the generation that, finally, could give a hoot about who is gay and who has two moms and who used to be a boy but maybe isn’t any more. Let it just all be cool so that the bullies will get bored and just go read a book already. After which, probably, they will no longer be bullies because books tend to do that to people. Who knew.
And finally, may a paint-eating, rust-causing pestilence of biblical proportions descend upon the SUVs of all who text in the pick-up line and make left-turns out of the parking lot when the signs say not to. Protect our children from their wheels in the meantime, and let us not set bad examples by starting fights with other grown-ups in the first week of school.
It seems like there should be so much more, but it is only the first week, God. We’ll be back.
Amen.
