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Hagar was the slave of Abraham, friend of God. By Abraham she bore a child called Ishmael, whom Abraham loved dearly., but Abraham’s wife sought to exclude Hagar and Ishmael in order to give everything to her own child, Isaac.
Reluctantly, Abraham cast Hagar and Ishmael into the desert, reassured by God that Ishmael would be the Father of a great number: the people of Islam.
In desperation, Hagar searches the desert for water, and her cries are heard by God who provides her with a well.
In Islam, this search for water or sa’i سَعِي (sai-ee) is a part of the hajj or Pilgrimage. The faithful travel seven times between two hills to recall this search for succour from God, taking some water away with them.
In our penitential rite, in our preparation for our life’s journey, Pilgrims filled a small container with water from one of our wells.
They carried it to the other well, calling to mind their sins, their omissions, their need of God and his comfort.
As we witness the pouring of water from one well to another, pour out your heart, pour away your sin.
The water of life, everlasting life brings refreshment not only for today, but for all time.
Each journey is your life’s journey, each outpouring brings you closer to the God who listens to your cries, the cries of the dispossessed.
Walk your sa’i, make your pilgrimage of pentitence, prepare for his sacraments, and let your cries from the wilderness be heard by God.
[Psalm 51
Prayer for forgiveness
Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your steadfast love;according to your abundant mercy
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,
For I know my transgressions,
Against you, you alone, have I sinned,
Indeed, I was born guilty,
You desire truth in the inward being;
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
Let me hear joy and gladness;
Hide your face from my sins,
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
Do not cast me away from your presence,
Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
Then I will teach transgressors your ways,
Deliver me from bloodshed, O God,
O Lord, open my lips,
For you have no delight in sacrifice;
The sacrifice acceptable to God is a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
Do good to Zion in your good pleasure;
then you will delight in right sacrifices,
Lord have Mercy
Lord have Mercy
Christ have Mercy
Christ have Mercy
Lord have Mercy
Lord have Mercy