In the church we attend, Lord,
we have three different hymnals
in the pew rack along with a Bible.
And the words of the hymns are shown
on several screens around the sanctuary.
We sing with gusto.
Our choir has an anthem in the middle
of the service and sings
at the beginning and end.
Your presence pervades, Lord.
The preaching is thought provoking.
We go forth renewed.
Guide and lead us in the week ahead. Amen.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you his faithful ones, and give thanks to his holy name.
A rainy day, Lord. April showers.
We need these days to keep things running.
Tasks put off in fine weather.
Now is the time to get them done;
mending, washing clothes, cleaning.
Not fun. But needed in the scheme of things.
Also a time for memories of other days
when Grandparents hovered over us
and now hover from above.
Grandpas taught us how to lose
at Chinese checkers and dominoes
and still be nice about it.
Grandmas showed us how to cut up chickens
and dry dishes with a towel.
Rainy days remind us, Lord,
of your surrounding presence.
“You have made known to me the ways of life; you will make me full of gladness with your presence.”
Dear Lord, now I have discovered
wrinkles on my nose!
Who would believe it?
It’s not that there are not other ways
to tell us we are growing old.
As children my brother always
had something to say about my pug nose.
Now he is with you, Lord.
I wonder what he would say about this.
And I see wrinkles on my knees,
and there are other signs of aging
such as gray hair and aches and pains.
Let me accept these symptoms
with good humor, Lord.
Thank you for listening. Amen.
So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to all the generations to come.
I need time with you, Lord,
to listen and to talk,
to let your Spirit
fill the cracks
and smooth the lining
of my heavy heart.
Presentiment of what’s ahead
in terms of aches and pains,
as age exacts its toll,
Keep me safe, Lord,
my eyes upon the goal,
not wavering from right to left,
but hoping to be whole.
For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from him.
Dear Lord, a book I was reading
told how early Christians
began caring for the poor.
It had not occurred to me
that it is our Christian heritage
that causes our government
to look after the poor.
Some countries ignore the needy.
Your love changes us
without our knowing it.
When we commit ourselves to you,
we want to share with others.
All who believed were together and had all things in common; they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds to all, as any had need.
After a hiatus of several years, prayers on this website will now continue.