A Prayer of Displacement

Dear God,

I feel decentered when I move into a place of vulnerability. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when I place myself willingly in a position to receive rather than to give. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when I move from my comfortable neighborhood to a foreign land. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when I join the oppressed in their struggle for liberation. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when I choose to build friendships with the unlikeliest of friends. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when I love my enemy. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when I side with the poor and marginalized. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when I am at the mercy of another. Decenter me.

I feel decentered when the marginal voice is the one to whom I choose to listen. Decenter me.

Displace me, so that you can be the center of me.