I invite you to ponder, respond and share…
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
With Palm/Passion Sunday coming up, here’s a YouTube video I made some years ago of how to make a flax cross.
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
(Photo by Alexander Garside–Garside Imaging)
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
Genesis 1:2; Exodus 19:18 – 20:1-21; Psalm 78:14; 1 Kings 8:10-11; Isaiah 6:1-4; Ezekiel 43:1-5; Malachi 3:1; Mark 1:9-13; Acts 2:1-4
Spirit God, hovering over a watery world,
ordering creation from primordial chaos,
clothing earth’s nakedness with nature’s abundance,
breathing your spirit life into our humanness;
shelter us under your motherly love,
transform our turmoil into tranquillity,
fill up our emptiness with your wisdom divine,
raise us aloft on the winds of eternity.
Spirit God, dwelling in pillars of cloud and of fire,
alighting on Sinai in flaming splendour,
thundering forth commandments of covenant,
sanctifying holy a nation of slaves;
guide us on journeys through barren wastelands,
help us climb mountains for encounters with you,
speak laws of love into our consciences,
make sacred a church of commonplace folk.
Spirit God, filling with glory Solomon’s temple,
soaring heavenward on chariots of fire,
inspiring your prophets with visions that challenge,
promising the coming of the Davidic Messiah;
form from your people your present day temple,
transport us above our everyday thinking,
show us the ways of heaven on earth,
make of us true disciples of the Anointed One.
Spirit God, as a dove descending,
declaring beloved of the Father his Son,
driving the Christ into the wilderness,
inspiring rebuffs to the tempter’s allures;
fly down upon us the blessing of peacefulness,
proclaim our membership of the family of God,
be there for us in our spiritual barrenness,
grant us release from the enemy’s snares.
Spirit God, on Pentecost coming,
sounding like wind and appearing like fire,
descending upon the hundred and twenty,
bringing to birth the new covenant church;
bless our celebration of time that is holy,
full us with the joy that gives light to our lives,
be in our midst as we gather together,
proclaim in and through us the gospel of God. Amen.
From: Prayers for Southern Seasons: Poems and prayers for Christian worship and devotions. By Joy Kingsbury-Aitken.
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
God of blessings,
We are thankful that we are not alone,
that we have been placed in community.
We are thankful that we live in your world;
A world skewed towards good and not evil;
a world which rates compassion
higher than complacency;
a world where love is cherished and
creatively expressed.
Confront and stir us from dullness of perception;
forgive our lack of response to your Spirit.
Sharpen our awareness of holy ground;
Prompt us to turn aside and see wonders.
Forgive us if we have made your world less loving
and help us live life as your daughters and sons,
actively engaged in life’s wonders and concerns.
Forgive us for times when we have over-reacted,
and for times when we have lagged in zeal.
Encourage us to speak the truth we know
and to act in love wherever love is needed.
Enable us to live in your strength and power,
liberated for the possibilities of the future. Amen.
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
God of goodness, gaps, and glitches
help us to see each other for what we are.
God of struggles, strengths, and strategies
help us to cope with what we have.
God of difficulties, disabilities, and delights
help us find joy in who we are.
God of individuality and invisibilities,
enable us to understand how life is harder
for some than it is for their peers;
Give us a readiness to ease difficulties,
remove barriers,
and create level playing fields
Bless us with the will to appreciate
the courage, creativity, and skills
required to live with impairment;
along with the discernment to realise
impairment is merely a fragment
of personhood.
Empower us all to live in fullness,
valuing what we have,
and knowing we are loved. Amen.
Come back each Monday night for a free prayer or poem from one of the books we have published.
I love your story Jesus
I think about you often
drinking deeply from the flow
your life unlocked in me
Hungry for the promised fruit
longing to sprout and grow tall
hoping to be the kind of plant
you’d enjoy to look at
I’m tired of windblown days
one more storm-stripped leaf
fluttering away to nothing
on un-consecrated ground
Please don’t judge me harshly
for the bad advice I’ve taken
the times I’ve stood for nothing
those I’ve criticised or mocked
I know you’re watching over me
one day you’ll make me prosper
because my roots are in your garden
and my branches are your cross.