#/pp/cup/treasure chest

[oscconfessions]

is it bad to say that i dont enjoy treasurecup as a ship? dont get me wrong, i think their interactions are sweet and adorable! but i cant seem to get myself to ship them and only see them as besties at most. also i heard many people like this ship so idk if im the only one who's not one of them -👁👁

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[sleepy-fiction]

Little Treasure.

eleven weeks pt.2 | sebastian solace x reader SMUT

2K Estimated

tgs: monster fucking, overstimulation, gn sex terms for reader, two pp seb, bottom reader

an: I forgot about this whooopsiessss 🥲. A looooong time ago, ppl were asking for the smut, and I wrote it! But if you were looking for a lore expansion, this is only smut. This is not proof read or beta read. Sorry, guys

"Sebastian," you whined, humiliation blooming in your heart. You didn't know how you got here, you were just talking to him on the couch and now he has you pinned before him like an art piece. This was your first time seeing Sebastian in years since the day your contract with Urbanshade ended, since the day he was rumored to be dead, only for him to return with the military all strange and anew.

"Shh shh," the angler hushed. No longer was he that shorter, bronze tinted human you loved so much, no, he was large. His skin was a grayish blue, with three big eyes and a long slithering whale tail, two fins for ears, and three giant claws. And now, this creature, that you know ans love is sebastian, was had declothed you.

Your fancy button up that you wore to see him was hanging open, restrictive on your arms and shoulders, with your pants no where to be seen. And there was him, that large pointy tooth predator, hovering over you, with its tail wrapped in a circle around your body, trapping you to see nothing but him.

Your senses were heightened, it was like every cold touch from him was driving you mad. There was so much of him that you could hear, see, feel, taste, smell it was overwhelming. You could taste his saliva on your tongue for every pant you made, the taste foreignly fish like, and could smell so much of his slithering body. It oddly smelled like shea butter, as if he took good care to keep his tail protected and moisturized. And with so much of him, so much of his body, the smell was puguently intoxicating, a natural aphrodisiac that had you thinking of him and only of him every inhale you took. It left you shuddering.

No, no, and not to mention how large his soft bed was. It was like quick sand for your little body, for your aching boned, you were being sucked in and glued in place by bountiful white sheets. And touch. You could feel his touch as he dragged his sharp claw down your bare sternum, and to your stomach, you were whining under his touch. This was way too much for you.

You heard him giggle, and you open your eyes to see him. His giant left claw reaches to cup your face, holding all of your weight tenderly in his palm. His hair is tucked behind his ears, his razor shark teeth beaming delightfully at you, while he wore nothing but an unbuttoned shirt that too hung uselessly on his shoulders. You could see his chest from here, battered with scars but amazing blue, with his belly that mellowed out to a grey color. You could see the space where his humanoid belly met with the start of his tail, hugging at his hips like a true siren.

"F-Fuck... I'm fucking my best friend," you grunted. You couldn't take it as you shut your eyes again, bucking your hips out into the air, and succumbing into his hands. Your face was so hot in his hands, your lewd body posed so erotically, the way you were so sensitive to everything God even your words.

He clenched his teeth, as his exploration of you no longer was for gentle admiration, but for parched desire. "You say whatever you want," he growled as he rolled your nipple between his index and thumb, "you don't care about how it makes anyone feel..." His voice is hushed and teasing.

You squeak, feeling his cold fingers send waves of pleasure down your body, your nipples hardening up instantly.

"'I can't believe I'm fucking my best friend' and not, 'I can't believe I'm fucking a monster'," he chuckles, "I guess I'll take it." The circle his tail has trapped you in restricts smaller, close enough for him to lay your head down on it instead of holding it up for you. He leans down to your body, rolling out that massive tongue, your breath hitches beautifully. He can't take it, he lied, you're too bewitching.

You speak up, "I just, I think about that time back when we were just kids--" his large tongue rolls a stripe down your body, "--nnh fuck... and we were in band practice and you were showing me your teeth without those braces..." He pauses his teasing, his eyes furrowing in intrigue. You continue, "You waited all day until 6th period, when we had our first class together, to show me your teeth before anyone else... And I think-- 'wow that's the boy that's going down on me right now', a-and it's embarrassing!"

A bright hearty laugh escapes him, the sound crackled and mangled as if he had never laughed before. Your humilation worsened beneath him, watching how prettily he laughs and how pretty he smiles. Those sharp pointy teeth flash at you, and though theyre dangerous, it too handsomely silly for you to feel fear. Only worse embarrassment. "You- huh," he snorts out.

"It's not funny, Sebastian," you whine, covering your face.

"You're thinking about all that, right now?" He asks with a giggle.

"Of course I am... Who wouldn't," you pout.

Sebastian leans in to steal your lips, pressing a sweet kiss against them. You gratefully kiss back, running your hands through his silky raven locks. They were a short Bob, the way he always had it growing up. He never wanted to try anything different once you two graduated. It was sweet to feel him again like this.

Your racing heart slowed as you felt him, as his tongue nicely locked you for entrance, and as you generously opened your mouth for him. His tongue was thick and pointy, the sensation unlike anything else, but it radiated him. Your arms seemed to fit lovingly on his shoulders, and his other two hands caressed your belly romantically. There were so many possibilities, so many ways your relationship could change - it is changing. Fuck everything about him was alien now, but still, as you feel him caress you, you know deep down inside, you're so ready to face it all for him. And you're not going to face it alone either.

You shoulders drooped in the kiss, your pinched eyebrows melting in bliss.

God, when did you fall for him? Were you always in love like this?

He pulled away with a hearty smack, his hands running back to hold you sweet hips as he buried his face dear to your chest. "Now, where were we," he asked, his breath tingling against your skin. "Ah, here we are... they look so lonely," he cackles. Sebastian licks your tender nipple, his tongue warm from being in your hot mouth. You moan at the feeling, as it rudely licks and slurps up your nipple. His left claw rolls your other nipple between his index and thumb, the feeling is sharp and tight, an opposite to the sweetness of his soft tongue.

"Ooh, Sebastian," you mewl, staring down at him as he worked. You hear his whale tail rattle possessively at the sound of his name. He pulls off them with a greedy moan and slides his large tongue down your belly in a stripe. He ends it tantalizingly close to where your underwear meets your hips.

He buries his nose deep against your sex, a strong huff making your bones rattle and your legs clam his head on either side. You are viciously reminded that sebastian is still a predator. Your jaw hangs open, neck arching backwards against his tail as his tongue rolls out and licks you soaking through your underwear.

The moanjng cry thag leaves you is jittery and squeakish, a mewl filled with paralyzing erotic terror, "Ah--aa!" You buck your hips against his wet muscle, grinding down harshly against him. He grabs the hem of your underwear and tears it to nothing, his claws immediately reaching to your hole, while his tongue devours your main sex.

You whimper, and sebastian flickers his ears dangerously. He growls and pulls away, eyes lidded as he yanks his button up off his body. "I can't take this," he hisses into the air. He rises high above you, your jaw falls slack. His body is glisteningly beautiful, his reflective scales reach his belly ans create a greenish hue, and scars litter his skin.

Oddly, he didn't have a penis, just his skin and scales and a small hole no bigger than your pinkie. He dips a clawed finger into it, a blissful moan rises from him, and he pulls it straight out. Within an instant, two fleshy, slimey pink rods burst out of his body. One of them has a head of a penis, while the other is smaller, thinner, but flexible as it curls enticingly around the other. Your mouth waters at the sight.

You bark out, "I can't take that Sebastian!" You whine, feeling your sex pour out it's arousal. You sit up zealously, but he dives in to meet you.

His three hands pull you into an embrace, as his two dicks press into your belly. The stiffer, human looking one bumps your belly button, just as he promised, while the flexible, alien cock sways circles into your skin. Sebastian's breath is deep in full in your ears, you shudder at all the stimulus.

Before you could even think it any worse, he burries his lips against your ear and hums out a chasmic mantra, "Try f'me... please, guppy..."

In all of your life you've never heard Sebastian beg not once. He didn't beg for forgiveness when he crashed your sweet sixteen, neither die he when he got you in trouble in Urbanshade. But yet here he is. He licks your ear, whimpers bubbling out of his throat as he begins to buck against your sex, grinding his cocks against you mindlessly. You moan out, feeling his alien dick massage your sex intensely, sticking it up with all of its wetness.

His sharp teeth scrape gently across your earlobe, the burning feeling vibrating into your ears along with his pitiful cries. Your jaw falls slack in bliss as your feet eagerly wrap around his waist. "Ooh, F-Fuck Seb' mmore," You moan.

His face is fucked out as he rises the two of you up, you're high out from the bed, secured to him by the two hands that hold your ass and hip. The final meekly holding you just above ur elbow.

You can feel him part you, as his head presses against your hole. It's achingly slick, ans he breaches with no further hesitation. He's large, filling you with just the tip of one of his cocks alone. The second rushes in,curling in your walls sporadically.

"Oohh-- nnh- aah!" You mewl.

"Z'orry," he hisses. With no warning, Sebastian fucks your hips down onto his cocks, bottoming out with a wistful moan. Your hands shoot to grab onto him, laying your face sloppily into his chest and familiarizing your nails with his back.

His dicks are hot, much hotter than the rest of his cold body. You can feel him expand your belly, his alien cock swirling and spasming like a furious vibrator. Your ankles lock your feet en pointe, your toes curling to finish look. And for his very first official thrust, you're already spilling out cum.

His claws dip into your skin, beading out tiny beads of blood into the bed. The smell of your blood is a fragrant garish to the smell of your weeping sex and the drizzling aroma of your sweat. All of this happening in his den, with the taste of ur lips still distant on his tongue, with the sound of your mewls in his ears, all of it makes his ears twitch in masterful delight.

He pumps into you mindlessly, your walls pummeled and stretched intensely, gummy as they milk his dicks of their juices. A lewd, hearty smack puckers out the space where your bodies meet, the sound squelching wet. Your combined slick dribbles down Sebastian's scales as he hurriedly burries himself into your shoulder.

He fucks your hips down onto him as he thrusts, meeting you both in the middle, the squeaking pleasure forcing your nails to scrape at the tough skin on his back. You're unfortunate to note you can't prick him to bleed the same way he'd made your hips to suffer, but your mind is burning with sparks to intense, you fail to care.

Painfully, he pulls out of you mid thrust, thr feeling of emptiness like a sear to your weeping sex and heart. "Sebastian--" You can't even finish your shout as he cooes at you and shoved his tongue in your mouth.

He lowers back onto the bed, wrapping his tail around your body and propping you above him. Your head lays against his dorsal fin, your legs on either side of his hips and your feet touches the bed.

"T'gimme a sec'," he mumbles out, his eyes lidded, mouth agape and fucked out.

You watch precariously as his alien cock wraps around his more human one. It swirled around it like a precise torpedo, making it a thicker plunge for you to take. Before you can even register it, his tail shoves you down onto him, his absurd cocks forcing you into another orgasm.

Your mewl is airy and scratchy, drowning out the mantra of pitiful wanton "sorry"s from Sebastian's slobbering mouth. He bounces you onto him, your knees curled up on each side in a straddle. His cock adulterates your walls, the ridges from his swirling cock abuse your sweet spot, rubbing against it multiple times each thrust, and forcing you into your third orgasm.

You squeeze him tighter, and his back rises from the bed, his head shooting back into the pillows. His tail restricts tightly around your body, your airflow dimming beautifully as your hands claw at his tail. His moans spike, his tail growing weak with thrusts. Another orgasm was rising in you, but you wouldn't let it go to waist.

You take the liberty to bounce on him for him, your plunges quick and fast, energetic sloppy sounds spilling out your body. He cries out, baring his teeth, but you continue riding him, clawing at his tail with shaggy breaths. The restrictions felt so good, his tail squeezed your whole body so well, you were gonna cum you were gonna cum--

"Sebastian!"

Your sex bursts it's cum perfectly in-sync with the flooding of semen invading your walls. His cum is blood hot, intense as his shots stretch you worse and spill out the gaps of his cocks. Your jaw locks, your moans drawn and loud from you. You squeeze him tightly, dropping all your weight against his tail, as you meekly use your last drop of energy to pull off his spasming cocks. It slips out of you, flowing by a waterfall of orange cum spilling out you. You can barely take notice of his semen's alien color when your head gets light.

"M'guppy, c'mere," is all you hear from him as you're lowered down onto his chest, and developed into his three arms.

You fall asleep just as instant as your cheek touches his collarbone.

Fuck.

That was life changing.

🛋🐍🐋🦈

Your groggy eyes flutter open, doused in the moving, warm thing you lay upon. It felt rubbery against your cheek, yet had a soft pulse ebbing from it.

You didn't recall falling asleep, but when you awoke you found yourself laying on Sebastian's chest. It was rubbery against your cheek, yet warm and pusling eerily loud. With a grunt, you shifted, but was met with an intense soreness dipping from your arms and lower half.

"Awake," you heard him ask.

[faustian-familiar]

“I’ll Be a Perfect Gentleman.”

Julian x Female Apprentice

What I wish had happened when you and Julian share the bed at Mazelinka’s. 

18+ plz cuz pp... Julian being a sub. 

As the moon begins to rise over Vesuvia, Julian rolls over beside me, facing the opposite wall. It’s been at least an hour, but I’m not any more sleepy than when we first laid down. I turn over to study the outline of the lean body of the man in bed beside me. The moonlight peering through the window offers a delectable tease of what’s under his clothes - the muscles, rippling as he shifts, the auburn curls at his nape, the tantalizing line of his bare neck, close enough to touch. Close enough to kiss. I begin to imagine him, his hands planted on the bed on either side of my head, the headboard slamming against the wall over and over... my next breath comes in with a shaky gasp. While our mutual attraction is already apparent, I can’t allow him to tempt me. I turn away and stare out the window. His face comes back into my mind unbidden, the pressure of his body against me as he pushed me against the wall. I feel the unmistakable tingle between my thighs and listen to the sound of Julian breathing so close to me. I have to stop this. I imagine his arms around me, him lifting me up and plowing me into that wall so I scream his name. I huff in frustration. I absolutely cannot wake him. That doesn’t mean, however, that I can’t take care of my lust and then get some sleep. I roll onto my back and slide my hand down between legs. My sex is already slick and hot to the touch. I curl my fingers around my bud, pressing gently and moving it in slow, even circles. I inhale deeply and slowly, desperate to moan but determined not to disturb the man beside me. I stroke myself with my thumb and slip a finger into my depths, stoking the fires and trying not to think about Julian’s hands being the ones touching me. I slip a hand under my shirt to fondle my breast, and my elbow brushes against Julian‘s back. He immediately startles, and I freeze beside him. Perhaps waking him wasn’t what I should have been concerned about. He rolls over to face me, about to speak, and his face transforms into shock. Even in the low light I see a flush rise in his face that reaches his ears. “Er...sorry!” He averts his gaze. “Do I... I didn’t mean to... should I leave?” He unconsciously reaches down and presses a hand to his crotch, attempting to hide a considerable bulge. I glance down between his legs, feeling the tingle blossom into a fire. “No, Julian,” I whisper. “I want you to stay.” My desire for him is burning like a furnace in my belly, clouding my thoughts, prompting me to act. I sit up in the bed and put my hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto his back. He stares up at me in disbelief, the flush growing deeper as he bites his lip. I mount him in one fluid motion, straddling him between my legs, my hands still pinning his shoulders. He glances nervously toward the curtain that divides our room from the rest of the house. “I promised Mazelinka that I would behave like a gentleman,” he whispers. I can’t help but smirk down at him, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Thankfully I didn’t make any promises to behave like a lady.” He opens his mouth as through to protest again, but it’s muffled into a small, satisfied sound as I lean down and brush my lips against his. He kisses me eagerly, our mouths crashing together with need as the tension between us begins to melt. He moans into the kiss, so I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard enough to sting. I pull away slowly with his lip still clamped between my teeth, then release him, to the motion of his hips rolling up against me. I look down at him and find him heaving for air. “Be quiet,” I command. “Are you trying to get us caught?” His eyes widen and he shakes his head vigorously, clearly aroused. I bend down until my lips are brushing against his ear. “Don’t make a sound.” This close to his neck, I can feel his pulse quicken. I bite down on the soft tissue below his ear, rolling it between my teeth, and Julian writhes beneath me, his breath one long, shaky gasp that barely passes as quiet. I put my hand on his shoulder and cup the back of his head with my other hand. His hands find my hips and grasp me. I curl my fingers into his beautiful auburn hair and tug his head back roughly to expose the pale throat. He shudders encouragingly. I bite his throat with savage need, emboldened by the way his pulse jumps in my mouth, and grind my teeth back and forth until his mark glows warmly on my face to heal him. His hands travel up my shirt until tiny points of pain blossom in my back from his fingernails digging into me. I’m riding the wave of his thrusts as his hips buck uncontrollably. We shed our garments one by one, careful to move delicately in the bed and make no noise, and regard one another expectantly. His body is slender and lithe in the moonlight, the flush of arousal spreading down his neck, and his member stands painfully erect for me. I climb into his lap and cradle his head, guiding his face down to the curve of my breasts. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples and squeezes them gently, then kisses a trail across my chest before taking one hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue works over it, lapping at the small point until the heat in my core becomes unbearable. I shove Julian back down onto the bed, make it creak suspiciously, and pin his wrists above his head as I line up our bodies. The look on his face is almost reverent. I can’t help but tease him when he looks so desperate. I grind up and down his shaft languidly, coating the underside of his cock in the wetness he caused. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, mouth open in a silent groan, and arches his back. “Tell me you want it,” I whisper. He bites his lip and nods. “Say it.” The words come out huskily as he levels me with a hungry gaze. “I want you.” I can’t contain my need for him any longer. I lower myself inch by inch onto his impressive length until we’re both gasping for air. His girth stretches me with a euphoric sensation, and I pulse around him as though my body wants to take him deeper. I slide up until the tip is barely touching my hole and drop myself down again. Julian squeezes his lips together, desperate to make a noise, but I direct a meaningful look towards the curtain and he curls his fingers into fists instead. I begin to ride him with a steady rhythm, finding that our bodies move together naturally. I lean down to his chest and lick a line up the middle. He’s glistening in the low light, and tastes deliciously salty on my tongue. My mouth moves to his nipple, kissing it twice before clamping my teeth down on it. Julian gives me a hard, primal thrust in response, and I feel his arms strain against me for a moment before I push them back down. I take a moment to admire the indents from my mouth before I bury my teeth in his flesh again and increase the pressure until his mark glows, to squirms of pleasure as he rams his length in and out of me. The bruise shrinks even as I pull my mouth away, but the ecstasy in his expression is evidence enough that he’ll remember it. I release his wrists and slip one hand between my thighs, caressing my bud, and spread the fingers of my other hand across his chest. I rub myself fervently, coaxing the pleasure from my nerves so that every plunge onto his member brings a fresh wave of delight. The knot in my belly grows hotter, sending the tendrils of sensation coursing through my body. “Julian...I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum on your cock.” His eyes are bright with enthusiasm as he nods. He looks so eager, so pliable under my touch, his hands searching my body like it’s a treasure, that my orgasm explodes within me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as I crumple onto his chest, rolling my hips into him as his body bucks up to meet me. He clutches me to himself and brings me in for a deep kiss as I ride it out. I pause to catch my breath, then nip his neck playfully. “Tell me when you’re about to cum,” I whisper. I pick up myself up and bounce on his cock until his belly tightens and his breath hitches in his throat. “I’m...oh god...I’m gonna cum.” I lift myself off his member and move down to take him into my mouth, savoring the taste of us together. I grasp his shaft in my hand and slide my hand up and down, sucking and licking the swollen head. Julian clutches the sheets, pushing himself off the bed. His eyes squeeze shut as his cock twitches and his hot seed starts to fill my mouth. He claps a hand over his mouth to stem the whine that rises in his throat, succeeding only in subduing the sound to a strangled groan. I swallow down his orgasm and wait until his cock begins to soften in my mouth before I pull it out and kiss the tip. He practically melts in the bed, sighing deeply and throwing his arm across his eyes. He whispers to me in the dark. “That was...er... thank you.” I can’t help but laugh. “No need to thank me,” I reply. “That was fun.” I crawl back up to the head of the bed, and he stretches out his arm and beckons me closer. I curl up against his side. I don’t realize that I’ve fallen asleep until a shriek from Julian wakes me. My eyes snap open to the sun streaming in through the window, and Mazelinka standing over us, wooden spoon in hand. The cause of the shriek is apparent when I sit up, and discover the angry, red, spoon-shaped welt on his stomach. The mark on his throat flares to life as Julian blushes furiously. Mazelinka smirks down at us. “Very Gentlemanly of you, indeed.”

[globalworship]

Litany of Lament to Stop Asian-American Hate

Opening Litany God of all people and the whole of creation, make us into who you have created us to be. Make us your hands, your feet, your eyes, your lips, your body in the world. Spirit of Peace, reconcile us, connect us to yourself, to each other. You are the source of our healing and hope, for if one is hurt, all of us are hurt. Clothe us, your body in the world, with your love, mercy and grace. Amen. Communal Confession Asian siblings are hurting. How do we, the church, hear their painful cry, and act together in solidarity? We pray … Lord, have mercy. Are Asians invisible? They are branded as the model minority — therefore, not expected to speak up. They cry for justice. Can anyone hear them? We pray … Lord, have mercy. Asians are feared as a community. Asians have complex cultures and languages, so they are generally omitted. How can we, the church, offer our curiosity and respect when we encounter a multitude of gifts in diversity and uniqueness? We pray …

Lord, have mercy. Asian children are called many names, most recently “coronavirus,” or yelled at to “go home.” When we, the church, ask, “Who is our neighbor?,” how can we truly mean it in welcoming words and actions? We pray … Lord, have mercy. Asians are used by the mainstream dominant culture to shame and put a wedge against other communities of color. Claiming our calling that all are created in God’s image, how can we stand in solidarity with those hurting? We pray ...

Lord have mercy.

God’s forgiveness is greater than any hurt and pain of the body. For Asian theologies, forgiveness is an invitation to examine and reexamine what constitutes our identity, not only our individual identity but, most especially, our communal identity. May God’s forgiveness invite us all to face who we are truly as members of the body of Christ. May this rich promise embrace us all, taking away the pain of our battered body.

Amen.

(The above resources are by the Rev. Teresita Valeriano on behalf of the Association of Asians and Pacific Islanders-ELCA.)

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Embodied Blessing and Healing The leader may guide the assembly in this embodied blessing by first demonstrating the actions with a verbal explanation, then inviting the assembly to repeat the actions in silence. At a protest against anti-Asian racism, Black and Asian ministers shared stories of embodied hurt and a form of an embodied movement as non-verbal gestures of healing and blessing. In solidarity with our Asian American and Pacific Islander siblings in Christ, I invite you to join me in this embodied blessing and healing. First I will demonstrate with a brief meaning; then you will follow me; then we will move together in silence. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Place hands on heart. I see myself – acknowledge my own feelings – my own body. Bow. Acknowledging sacredness, resilience, humanity, strength in myself. Bow. Look around. I see you. Cup hands to ears. I hear you. Fold arms across chest. Mourning, feeling collective sadness, grief, lament, anger. Bow. Acknowledging sacredness, resilience, humanity, strength in others. Open hands, palm up, with a breath. Receiving blessings from God and from one another. Touch with one hand and extend the other hand to another person. Heart-to-heart compassion. Let us now begin this embodied blessing and healing together in silence. Let us begin by taking a deep breath. The blessing is repeated in action without spoken words. Amen. (Embodied Blessing created by the Interfaith Movement for Human Integrity for an anti-Asian violence protest in Oakland, Calif. on February 13-14, 2021. Asian and black leaders and the entire community gathered embodied this blessing for healing.)

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Lamenting Racism This lament and prayer may be used in preparation for the work of faithful listening in discussions around racism and racial reconciliation, and at other appropriate times. The naming of communities, situations, and experiences may be adapted for the context or occasion. People of color may opt for silence during parts of this lament to contemplate the community’s words. A leader introduces a gathering lament in these or similar words. The sin of racism hurts communities of color, fractures human relationships, and denies God’s good creation. Lament is a way for us to recognize the harm caused by racism. Nothing can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:35-39). God’s grace in Christ frees us for the difficult work of recognizing and lamenting racism. We are all part of one body in Christ, called to act with equity, fairness, and justice. God’s savinglove creates grace-filled spaces within us and within our relationships. God’s saving love calls and leads us toward rooting out the racism that continues to infect the body. A leader invites those gathered into lament and prayer in these or similar words. Within the whole human family, people of color have experienced both interpersonal aggression and structural oppression instead of abundant life. We recognize and lament the harm racism has caused to African Descent communities; American Indian and Alaska Native communities; Indigenous Peoples within Canada; Arab and Middle Eastern communities; Asian and Pacific Islander communities; and Latinx communities. We cry out to you, hear our lament, O God. We have assigned the notion of race to human beings created in God’s own divine image. We have judged God’s beautiful diversity by our flawed and artificial standards. We cry out to you, hear our lament, O God. We have used language and images in ways that equate black and dark with dirt and sin, and that fail to welcome the treasures of darkness in God’s good creation. We cry out to you, hear our lament, O God. We have accepted practices in our churches and in our society that privilege whiteness overdiversity and equity. We have been complicit in how racism continues to exclude and harm people of color. We cry out to you, hear our lament, O God. When one part of the body of Christ hurts, the whole body hurts. As we listen to people who are harmed by racism, we call to you, open our hearts, O God.

As we reflect on our daily interactions with people and communities of color, we call to you, open our hearts, O God. As we reconsider what we have been taught about race and racism, we call to you, open our hearts, O God. As we contemplate what we have done and what we have left undone, we call to you, open our hearts, O God. As we labor to create a loving and safe community for our siblings of color, we call to you, open our hearts, O God. Holy and merciful God, as your people we recommit ourselves to loving one another as you haveloved us. Prepare us for this time of listening and discovery. We pray in the name of the one who has made us one, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. (All Creation Sings, pp. 62-63)

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