Dear Lord, each morning you give us
a fresh new day;
a time to build your kingdom on earth
through prayer, helping others,
and nurturing out planet.
We are an unruly bunch, Lord.
Instead of helping our neighbors
or making peace in our world,
we want to escape to another planet.
What do you make of us Lord?
Open our eyes and hearts
to ways we can help people
and countries in poverty.
And then we remember that you
ministered to people one by one
until you gave your life for all.
Show us needs that we can meet today. Amen.
They said to him, “Lord, let our eves be opened.” Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes. Immediately they regained their sight and followed him.
“For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened.
Hymn: Open My Eyes, That I May See
Ah Lord, there is illness in the world and pain.
And even when it goes away in one person
there are always others.
Are you testing us?
Is pain supposed to teach us something?
Or do physical things
really not matter to you?
Then I remember your agony in the garden.
And that you allowed yourself to be crucified,
a very painful death.
What is your answer to suffering?
We are in your hands, Lord.
Give us strength.
Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me! O Lord, be my helper.
Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge.
Lord of Love, we are grateful that you love us
and give us gifts to be used for your kingdom.
As I look around the dining room
of our retirement home
and know the variety of gifts
people have used for good in this world,
it is humbling.
There are doctors, lawyers, ministers,
scientists, government workers,
nurses, teachers, musicians, and more.
There is one missionary, mothers,
fathers, and Sunday school teachers.
There are so many ways to serve you, Lord of Love.
We give thanks for your love that motivates
and warms our hearts as we serve.
Whatever your task, put yourselves into it, as done for the Lord and not for your masters, since you know that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward; you serve the Lord Christ.
O Great God, yesterday afternoon
we had a concert in “The Bistro,”
which is a small café.in our building.
There was a pianist, two violinists,
and a viola player.
A group of about sixty people
enjoyed the hour long concert.
Great God, you created music
and musicians for our enjoyment.
Angels sing and blow horns.
We look forward to these joys in heaven.
Meanwhile, O Great God, we
give thanks for musicians
who give us joy and raise our spirits.
Thank you. Thank you. Amen.
It is good to give thanks to the LORD, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night, to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace among those whom he favors.”
Ah Lord, today my new medicine
cannot be found.
What did I do with it?
Tomorrow is my doctor’s appointment,
and what shall I say?
Maybe I’ll find it by then.
Lord, this apartment is not that big.
As I told my husband about it,
there it was, near my computer.
Thank you, Lord, for letting me see it.
Thank you Lord, for giving sight
to the blind. Amen.
Great crowds came to him, bringing with them the lame, the maimed, the blind, the mute, and many others. They put them at his feet, and he cured them, so that the crowd was amazed when they saw the mute speaking, the maimed whole, the lame walking, and the blind seeing. And they praised the God of Israel.
Ah Lord, another doctor visit;
Filling out records,
sitting in the waiting room,
talking with the doctor,
listening to advice.
Lord, the older we get
the more doctors we see.
They prolong our lives.
But we are not afraid to die.
We look forward
to being in your presence
more fully someday.
But for now, Lord,
we want to continue
serving you on earth.
Thank you, Lord, for life. Amen.
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the LORD wishes, we will live and do this or that.”
Lord, there are weeds in the garden.
I feel so righteous pulling them up.
It’s interesting to see not only the plant
but also the roots.
As I sit here writing, a vole ran past my feet.
It’s the first I’ve seen this year.
We’ve had so much rain this summer,
I thought they had probably drowned.
Lord, your creatures are so wonderfully diverse.
The sunflowers are eight feet tall and blooming.
The neighbor’s garden has seven foot tall
magenta plants with huge blossoms
similar to ours which are three feet tall.
Black-eyed Susan have taken over part of the garden.
Zinnias bloom in many colors.
Thank you, Lord, for these wonderful gifts. Amen.
Song of Solomon 2:12
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has
come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Hymn: In the Garden