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
Dear Lord, scientists tell us
that our weather is changing.
The newspaper writes about
fires raging in California
and other parts of the world.
Scientists say it is because
of our use of fossil fuels.
Lord, help us to come to grips
with these problems
before it is too late.
People who live near the equator
are sweltering, while Eskimos
think it sounds great.
O Lord, help our leaders deal with it,
before it is too late. Amen.
“But I will warn you whom to fear; fear him who, after he had killed, has authority to cast into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him! Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God’s sight. But
even the hairs on your head are all counted. Do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.”
Ah Lord, the front pews of our church
used to be full of old friends.
Now only one or two remain.
Even some in their 60’s or 70’s have gone.
Consider those who are left, Lord.
Have you a plan for who goes first?
Or is it just a matter of physically wearing out?
My grandparents lasted a long time.
Now, when I’m almost their age,
I wonder how much longer.
Aches and pains are creeping up
and becoming permanent.
We rely on you, Lord, for whatever is best.
But I would prefer to go before I’m senile
Your will be done. Amen..
So even to old age and gray hairs, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to all the generations to come.
Hymn: How Great Thou Art
O Father, the resurrection lily is blooming,
reminding us of Christ’s ongoing presence.
The sky is lowering, but rain is not predicted.
A few drops fell last evening.
A mower is mowing grass nearby.
The black-eyed Susan are in full bloom.
I need to pick some fresh flowers..
Tomatoes are ripe and ripening.
What will I do in the winter, Lord?
It’s different when one is young and busy.
Writing memoirs is too boring, Lord,
and my daughter said not to bother.
My children do not mince words.
You are our “refuge and strength”
in every situation.
Lord, I need strength. Amen.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
O Lord, the food here is so good
in our retirement home,
that I eat too much.
I have gained weight
when I thought I was losing it.
I could point out, Lord,
that some are worse than I am.
But that’s not the point, is it?
We were taught to “clean up our plates,”
but now, Lord, it would be better
to toss out food
that our bodies don’t need.
We who are overweight
certainly don’t need dessert.
Lord, give me strength to say, “No”. Amen.
“And forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors.”
Dear Lord, rain is predicted all week.
The sky is a continuous gray.
If it isn’t raining, it’s a good time to weed
or stay inside and do housework.
I prefer weeding.
Lord, you spoke to leaving the tares
until the harvest, and you were talking
You never reached old age on this earth.
In old age, we are not surrounded
by a lot of temptation
except maybe over eating.
Keep us safe in your care, Lord.
We look forward to being more fully with you. Amen.
“’Let both of them grow together until the harvest; and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Collect the weeds first and bind them into bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barns.’”
Lord our God, some children live in apartment buildings
and may not know the joy of digging in the dirt.
They may dig in a sand box, which has been covered,
or sand at the shore, but that is not the same.
The good black earth has much to teach,
along with stones, ants, and other insects.
You know, Lord, that blocks or Legos
don’t take the place of natural building material.
A hole itself is a wonderful thing,
especially if filled with water.
Exploring this natural legacy
should be considered Childhood 101.
Lord, you have given us this wonderful world:
May children everywhere be allowed
to experience this heritage. Amen.
The earth is the LORD’s and all that is in it, the world, and those who live in it.
Then little children were being brought to him in order that he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples spoke sternly to those who brought them, but Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs.” And he laid his hands on them and went on his way..