O come, faithful God, who empowers the weak, who encourages the fearful, who enlightens the blind, who intones the deaf, who energizes the lame, who emancipates the speechless, who enriches the poor, who invigorates the dead;
O come, faithful God, come and enable us, right now, to worship you and work for your Kingdom, filled with your strength, your hope, your vision, your melody, your motivation, your Word, your inheritance, your Life!
All this we pray, through him who came to be our Savior, who lives to be our Lord, who will return and fully make all things new;
“My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me— holy is his name. His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation. He has performed mighty deeds with his arm; he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts. He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty. He has helped his servant Israel, remembering to be merciful to Abraham and his descendants forever, just as he promised our ancestors.”
Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honour and power and might to you, Lord Jesus.
You rule this world with love and grace.
There are days when we have a hard time seeing it but you have promised that you are moving all creation toward that time when God will get what God wants — a creation where peace and goodness and compassion shape all of life.
And you give us good work to do in the time that is ours: prayer and praise and hope and truth.
We are not always sure how what we do is serving your holy purposes but we submit our lives to you. We trust you, our crucified and risen Lord, to take what we offer and transform it so that it glorifies you. Amen
Christine Jerrett, minister in the United Church of Canada
The thought of my suffering and homelessness is bitter beyond words I will never forget this awful time, as I grieve over my loss. Yet I still dare to hope when I remember this:
The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him!”
I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed. This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him and saved him out of all his troubles.