O God, on whom we lost our hold when all your names were changed, we find our prayers and hymns confused, more awkward and estranged. Yet there is hope in these new words, sweet fruit in bitter rind: the promise of a keener faith than that we leave behind. The language which we knew so well flowed smoothly on the tongue, though seldom did we pause to weigh how things were said or sung. But now the world is showing us with stunning clarity the problems with the words we used to tame a mystery. Dear God, inspire our hearts and minds to seek your truth anew, and help us with each fresh insight to find names fit for you. Yet never let us idolize the images we choose; but as we strive, give us the grace to wrestle and to lose.