Lord of Life, Lord of Love, whether we’re pro-life or pro-choice, we’re amateurs when it comes to disagreeing agreeably. Help us learn to love our enemies as You taught.
Regardless of our views on when life begins, may love begin anew each day as we voice our opinions without malice or spite. May we resist attempts from either side that would seek to abort the spirit of Christ within us.
Protect us from killing one another with words… or worse.
May Your Kingdom come. May Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
When I sit at my keyboard, the sick are consoled. Those troubled in spirit are suddenly whole.
The grieving, encouraged. The worried, relieved. When I type “in the Spirit,” God’s will is achieved.
If I asked how I learned how to uplift the sad, I know what to answer. I credit my dad.
You modeled the comfort the Scripture affords when you translate God’s truth into everyday words.
I miss you, Pop!
** I wrote this wee verse (based on the accompanying photo) for my pastor-dad as my Fathers’ Day greeting in 1999. The photo pictures me as a three-year-old sitting at my dad’s manual Royal typewriter in his church office in 1955. My dad passed away on November 4, 2008 at the age of eighty-two.
Sundays in the summer often find us missing church. The family cottage beckons. Grandkids, too. We’re hiking in the mountains or we’re camping by the beach. Time away is what we all need to renew.
And yet we still can worship even when we aren’t at home. There is cause to praise God in the great outdoors. The backdrop of creation prompts the lyrics of our hearts as we dodge the rain or see an eagle soar.
On each Lord’s Day, let us seek Him. In the silence He will speak as we hear a call to worship from a lark. Summer Sundays can be sacred if we praise God where we are near a campfire at dawn or after dark.
Your Majesty, your Jubilee now calls to mind your reign that’s showered countless Brits with more than tea. Your subjects curtsy and they bow with homage in their hearts. You represent their love of royalty.
“God, Save the Queen” they proudly sing as palace guards stand tall. The lyrics of this anthem voice their prayer, that God would guide your every step and give to you long life, that you might sense God’s presence everywhere.
Elizabeth, the world-at-large now celebrates your rule. Beyond your realm we recognize your face. We are not blind to griefs you’ve known or critics of The Crown. But through it all, we marvel at your grace.
Your Majesty, we mark your reign (three-score-and-ten grand years) as flags fly high and banners are unfurled. Your Jubilee provides a peek at that for which we long… real peace and oneness in our war-torn world.