blessings of home
Bless those who have to live away from home
in lodgings and boarding-houses and hotels.
Bless those who have been left alone,
and who are solitary now.
Bless those who are searching or waiting for a house.
Specially bless young couples who have to live in furnished rooms,
or with relatives, and who have never had the chance
to be alone together and to have a home of their own.
Bless those who keep house for other people,
and who have no house of their own.
Bless old people who are coming to the end in some institution
which is very comfortable but which is still not home.
Help us who have the blessing of a good home
to keep an open heart and an open door
to those less fortunate than ourselves.
This we ask for your love’s sake. Amen.
from the Audenshaw prayers, UK
draw me into your friendship
When the two disciples heard him say this, they followed Jesus. Turning around, Jesus saw them following and asked, “What do you want?”
They said, “Rabbi” (which means “Teacher”), “where are you staying?”
“Come,” he replied, “and you will see.”
So they went and saw where he was staying, and they spent that day with him. It was about four in the afternoon.
Our dwelling places
my house or apartment, my dorm or condo;
my neighborhood, parish and local community;
where I work, where I study, where I pray;
my dwelling places are many….
First of all, I thank you, Lord,
to a place, to a room with a roof overhead,
the place I call home,
but how many in need would deem it a palace
for its locks and safety, its light and warmth, a fridge with food,
for it’s being a place to return to each night
I thank you for my dwelling place, Lord:
let me not take it for granted
and keep me generously mindful
of those who have no place they might call home…
And how lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts…
Your dwelling is the universe and all the heavens
– and beyond the heavens, Lord…
Your dwelling has no roof, no walls,
no beginning and no end…
The beauty of your dwelling’s beyond anything
my mind might conceive or my dreams imagine
and yet – your dwelling place is with me and in me…
You who cannot be confined,
you choose to dwell within my soul
and make your home within my heart…
You, whom all creation can’t contain,
you enter my humble quarters,
the spare, simple chambers of my heart,
and there, in Spirit, make yourself at home…
And, Lord, as you can see,
I’m seldom ready for company,
for receiving any guests at all,
let alone, you, the greatest guest of all…
So, please forgive me,
(indeed, forgive me, Lord!)
for my house is not in order, not yet or ever ready
to be a place where you might dwell
a place you might call home…
And yet, you come, you enter and you stay
and you don’t leave, you don’t go away,
you remain within me, always,
and in making my heart your home
you make of your heart a home for me…
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