Mysterious Theologian: Ben McKelahan

God of the Grave, truly you show no partiality.  Bundled in rags or arrayed in gowns, you welcome us.  Wet from the Tigris or dusty from Sonoran sands, you welcome us. Praising your name or cursing your call, you welcome us.  To those weary of the labor of life, you give peace.  To those desperate for more, you give peace. Teach me to wait for your welcome.  Teach me to wait for your peace.  Until the day I receive them, make me like you, ready to embrace all.  Amen.