If you really wanted us to be perfect,
you shouldn’t have given us a choice.
Freewill is a mixed blessing.
Some would say it’s a burden.
They would like to be able to rampage around
and not be held responsible.
They always blame the Devil.
to do the good is not so easy.
The “good” is a judgment call.
What is good for Jack may not be good for Jill.
So much depends on learning and experience.
The Ten Commandments are, after all, pretty general.
And the Golden Rule can be even more evasive
in actual practice.
Lord, your Spirit is our best guide.
Give us the wisdom to follow. Amen.
The LORD will guide you continually, and satisfy your needs in parched places, and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters never fail.
When we approach the golden gate
(not the one in San Francisco)
but the one to heaven,
which opens to us raggedy miscreants
after we’ve changed our clothes
and displayed our entrance papers,
not everyone has the proper credentials;
some have torn them up, tossed them out,
or didn’t bother with them in the first place.
What can anyone say?
Will there really be crying and gnashing of teeth
if folks are turned away?
But some say there is good in everyone,
that we have no choice
but to be remolded in His likeness,
even though it takes years!
We have to chuckle to think
what a surprise that would be
for the bad guys and the good alike.
Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they will have the right to the tree of life and may enter the city by the gates.
After a hiatus of several years, prayers on this website will now continue.
Lord, I’m sitting on our 7th floor balcony
of this retirement community
with my morning cup of coffee.
It’s 70º. Birds fly by.
The red geranium nearby
and window boxes of begonias
attached to the balcony railing
are my companions.
My husband moved a little table
to my side for my coffee cup.
A distant railroad train whistles
and rumbles by. The sky is overcast.
Sooner or later it will rain.
Thank you, Lord, for contentment
in old age. Amen.
I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.
Hymn: God Will Take Care of You
Today, Lord, is my time to visit
residents of the Health Care Center
of our retirement community.
On this floor the door is locked
so residents can’t wander off.
Some are bedfast.
Some walk a short distance.
Most gather in the television room.
One sits in the dining room
and looks out the window.
For some old age is a fearsome time.
Others are cheerful and content.
They tell of long lives of service
in your kingdom.
Your love surrounds us all, Lord.
We are in your care.
1 Timothy 5:1-2:
Do not speak harshly to an older man, but speak to him as to a father, to younger men as brothers, to older women as mothers, to younger women as sisters—with absolute purity.
Hymn: Soon and Very Soon
Father God, when my husband and I
were first married, we agreed to tithe,
while we worked to furnish our apartment.
Our relatives gave us many things.
Through the years we accumulated
a house and furnishings, along with children.
Now our children have their own homes.
When we moved to this retirement community
we sold some things, gave away some,
and put other things on the curb for pick up.
We had to downsize to fit in this apartment.
It doesn’t take much to be happy.
We have been blessed. Thank you, Father God.
“Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give alms. Make purses for yourselves that do not wear out, an unfailing treasure in heaven, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys.”
Hymn: There Shall Be Showers of Blessing
Ah, Lord, now another friend is widowed.
Of course, people in this retirement community
understand, since many are also widows and widowers.
Friends are sympathetic.
But the heartache for the one who is left
is still there.
The bereaved look forward to a time
when they may see their loved one again in heaven.
We are calmed by the assurance
that you, Lord, are always with us.
Surround the sorrowing with your love, Lord.
Make others sensitive to their need. Amen.
And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them as their God; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away”
Hymn: I Need Thee Every Hour