I pronounce a blessing over my people every Sunday.

Not sure I’m ready to invoke this over myself or anyone else for that matter:

May all your expectations be frustrated.
May all your plans be thwarted.
May all your desires be withered into nothingness.
That you may experience the powerlessness and the poverty of a child and sing and dance in the love of God the Father, the Son and the Spirit.

A brother I love shared this with me. Not a bad benediction with Good Friday on the horizon.