Trust in God alone

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O Lord, What trust do I have in this life?
What is my greatest comfort of all the things which are seen under heaven?
Is it not you, O Lord my God, whose mercies are without number?
Have I ever been well without you?
And how has evil fled when you are near?
I would rather be poor with you than be rich without you.
I choose to be a pilgrim on earth with you than without you in the heavens.
Where you are, there is heaven.
And where you are not, there is death and hell.
You alone are my desire and, therefore, 
    I must groan and cry out earnestly for you.
In short, I depend fully on you – and you alone –
    to help me in the necessities of life.
You are my hope.
You are my trust.
You are my comforter and most faithful friend in all things.
 
All people seek their own desires, 
    but you desire my salvation and my good.
You work all things to my good.
Even though I am exposed to many temptations and adversities,
    you have planned all of this for my good.
You want to prove your love to me in a thousand ways.
In these temptations and adversities,
    you should not be loved or praised any less 
    than when you were filling me with heavenly comfort.
 
In you therefore, O Lord God, I put all my hope and security.
I lay all my trials and anguish upon you,
    because I find everything and everyone else to be weak and unstable.
Without you yourself to assist me, I find no comfort, instruction, or safety.
Many friends are not helpful or comforting.
Wise counselors do not give useful answers.
Books by learned authors do not always console or provide deliverance.
Beautiful, secret hideaways do not shelter.
 
For all things which promise peace and joy are insufficient without you present.
So, you are the source of all goodness, fullness of life, and peace in my soul.
Hope in you is the strongest comfort for your servants.
“I look to you for help, O Sovereign Lord. You are my refuge.” – Psalm 141:8
In you, O God, Father of mercies, I put my complete trust.
 
Thomas à Kempis, 1379-1471, German monk
The Imitation of Christ Book 3 Chapter 59
 
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Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
    for my hope is in him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress where I will not be shaken.
My victory and honor come from God alone.
    He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.
O my people, trust in him at all times.
    Pour out your heart to him,
    for God is our refuge.

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the Way, Truth, and Life

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Lord Jesus Christ, 
    you said that you are the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

Help us not to stray from you, 
    for you are the Way;
nor to distrust you, 
    for you are the Truth;
nor to rest on any other than you, 
    as you are the Life.

You have taught us what to believe, what to do, what to hope, 
    and where to take our rest.

Grant us grace 
    to follow you, the Way, 
    to learn from you, the Truth,
    and to live in you, the Life.

Desiderius Erasmus,1467-1536, Dutch Renaissance humanist & Catholic priest
 
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Jesus answered, 
    “I am the way and the truth and the life. 
    No one comes to the Father except through me.”
 

Resurrect us with resurrection power

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We pray that this Easter there will be a brand new beginning for all of us.
Grant that our ugly pasts will be buried
  and that we might arise in the newness of life
  as new people who are making a fresh and a genuine new commitment
  to walk with the risen Christ.
May the risen Christ save lost souls, convert us sinners, and teach us
  that we are no longer captives to the sins which bind and blind us.
Have mercy on the sick and suffering.
Heal those who are physically, mentally, and spiritually sick.
Comfort the bereaved and grief-stricken.
Empty out tombs of despair, discouragement, and defeat.
Resurrect us with resurrection power.
Raise us to new levels of powerful and victorious living.
Bless the preaching of your Holy Word.
Burn our altars of prayer with the fire of the Holy Ghost.
Give us the boldness to tell the world that Jesus, our savior, is not dead
  but the living Lord of history.
In Jesus’ name, we pray.
Amen.

J. Alfred Smith, Sr, 1931-2025, African American Pastor in California

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Romans 6:8-11

And since we died with Christ, we know we will also live with him. 
We are sure of this because Christ was raised from the dead, 
    and he will never die again. 
Death no longer has any power over him.  
When he died, he died once to break the power of sin. 
But now that he lives, he lives for the glory of God. 
So you also should consider yourselves to be dead to the power of sin 
    and alive to God through Christ Jesus.
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Question

How can the resurrection of Jesus give you power to face your everyday challenges?

sometimes I choose sin

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Father – the truth about me is that often I choose sin:
    Sometimes I choose hatred.  Sometimes I choose slander.
    Sometimes I choose envy.  Sometimes I choose greed.
    Sometimes I choose pettiness.  Sometimes I choose lust.
    Sometimes I choose gossip.  Sometimes I choose pride.
    Sometimes I choose self-reliance.
    Sometimes I choose self-righteousness.
    Sometimes I choose self-aggrandizement.
    Sometimes I choose dishonesty.
    Sometimes I choose unkind words.
    Sometimes I choose to ignore the obvious needs around me.
    Sometimes I choose to hoard my resources.
    Sometimes I choose to neglect Your command to share the gospel.
The list of things I wrongly choose could go on and on.  And sometimes
I act on these things in ways that are darker than I ever care to state.
Each time I make such a choice, I choose death.
Today, I ask that You breathe life into my soul afresh
    and enable me to choose life – to choose You and Your ways.
 
Kurt Bjorklund, 1968- , American Minister and author  
 
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Romans 6:23
 
For the wages of sin is death,
    but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

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Question:

What is an area of sin that you are most prone to return to?

Breathe on our dust – Ash Wednesday Prayer

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We respectfully submit, O God,
on this Ash Wednesday,
within our grieving
deaths and diagnoses,
that life offers us enough reminders of death
to need a liturgical one.

So remind us,
gracefully,
that we are ritually marked by death
in order to live—
and to live more abundantly.
Remind us,
faithfully,
that you breathed on the dust that became us,
and that you will breathe on the dust we become,
and that your breath on dust
always means life
and light and love.
Remind us,
hopefully,
always,
of Your presence with us,
day by day—
breathing—
fulfilling us with life ever new.
Amen.

John Ballenger, Baptist pastor in Maryland

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Psalm 90:3-12

You return man to dust
and say, “Return, O children of man!”
For a thousand years in your sight
are but as yesterday when it is past,
or as a watch in the night.

You sweep them away as with a flood;
they are like a dream,
like grass that is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers.

For we are brought to an end by your anger;
by your wrath we are dismayed.
You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in the light of your presence.

For all our days pass away under your wrath;
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
The years of our life are seventy,
or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.
Who considers the power of your anger,
and your wrath according to the fear of you?

So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom.

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Question:


When you think about your life and death
And one day returning to the earth,
how does the truth that God will breathe over your dust once again                                      give you comfort or hope?

Let the Word be conceived in me

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​Let the Word, I pray, be to me,
   not as a word spoken only to pass away,
   but conceived and clothed in flesh, not in air,
   that he may remain with us.
Let him be, not only heard with the ears,
   but to be seen with the eyes,
   touched by the hands and borne on the shoulders.
Let the Word be to me,
   not as a word written and silent,
   but incarnate and living.
That is, not traced with dead signs upon dead parchments
   but living impressed in human form
   upon my chaste womb;
   not by the tracing of a pen of lifeless reed,
   but by the operation of the Holy Spirit.
Let it thus be to me,
   as was never done to anyone before me,
   not after me shall be done.

Bernard of Clairvaux 1090-1153 French Benedictine abbot
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1 John 1:1-2

That which was from the beginning, which we have heard,
    which we have seen with our eyes,
    which we have looked at and our hands have touched—
    this we proclaim concerning the Word of life.
The life appeared; we have seen it and testify to it,
    and we proclaim to you the eternal life,
    which was with the Father and has appeared to us.
 
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When has the presence of Jesus been offered to you?
When have you offered the presence of Jesus to someone else?

bring Life and Peace to us

 
O King of the nations,
You are the headstone of the glorious hall of creation.
You are the firm mortar which holds the building together.
Throughout the earth people marvel at your works.
But now the building is being reduced to a ruin by greed and fear:
 
Reveal yourself to mankind, 
    show yourself as the ruler of the world,
    demonstrate the power of your love.
 
O just and faithful King,
    you can unlock the prison-house of sin,
    and let us out into the glorious freedom of love.
Now we sit in darkness,
    grieving over the wrongs we have committed.
We long for the sun,
    we yearn for the warmth and brightness of your truth.
Open the gate of this prison, and lead us to your kingdom,
    which is our true home.
 
Come now, high king of heaven.  
Come to us in flesh and bone.  
Bring life to us who are weary with misery.  
Bring peace to us who are overcome with weeping,
    whose cheeks are covered with bitter salt tears.  
Seek us out, who are lost in the darkness of depression.  
Do not forget us, but show mercy to us.  
Impart to us your everlasting joy,
    so that we, who are fashioned by your hands,
    may praise your glory.
 
Exeter Book, c.960,  codex of Old English poetry
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Isaiah 61:1-3

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
    because the Lord has anointed me
    to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
    to proclaim freedom for the captives
    and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
    and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
     and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
    instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
    instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
    instead of a spirit of despair.
 
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Where is God’s life and peace most needed in your community?
Pray that the power of Christ’s love would be revealed in this situation.

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receiving with humility

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What do we have heavenly Father,
    that we have not received from you?
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
    coming down from the Father of lights.
And because everything we have is yours 
    – whether for body or soul –
    how can we be proud, boasting about things 
    that are not even our own?
And as you give, so you are also able to take away again.
And you will, when your gifts are abused, won’t you?
If we fail to acknowledge that you are the giver?
 
So take away all my arrogance and pride.
Instead, graft in true humility, 
    so I may know that you are the giver of all good things,
    and be thankful for them,
    and use them for your glory and the good of my neighbor.
Grant also that I may not glory in earthly creatures,
    but in you alone.
You bring mercy, equity, and righteousness on earth,
    and to you alone be all glory, amen.
 
Thomas Becon, 1511–1567, English Protestant reformer Norfolk
 
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Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers. 
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, 
    coming down from the Father of lights, 
    with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change

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Spirit, breathe your story of truth into ours

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Truth-telling, wind-blowing, life-giving spirit –
    we present ourselves now
        for our instruction and guidance;
    breathe your truth among us,
        breathe your truth of deep Friday loss,
            your truth of awesome Sunday joy.
 
Breath your story of death and life
    that our story may be submitted to your will for life.
We pray in the name of Jesus risen to new life –
        and him crucified.
 
Walter Brueggemann, 1933 -2025,  American Protestant Old Testament theologian
Prayers for a Privileged People
 
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But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth. 
He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, 
    and he will tell you what is yet to come. 
He will glorify me because it is from me
    that he will receive what he will make known to you. 
All that belongs to the Father is mine. 
That is why I said the Spirit will receive from me what he will make known to you.
 

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Prayer for renewal

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Comfortable and well-worn are my daily paths
    whose edges have grown gray
    with constant use.
My daily speech is a collection of old words
    worn down at the heels 
    by repeated use.
My language and deeds, addicted to habit,
    prefer the taste of old wine,
    the feel of weathered skin.
Come and awaken me, Spirit of the new.
Come and refresh me, Creator of green life.
Come and inspire me, Risen Son,
    you who make all things new:
    I am too young to be dead,
    to be stagnant in spirit.
High are the walls that guard the old,
    the tried and secure ways of yesterday
    that protect me from the dreaded plague,
    the feared heresy of change.
For all change is a danger to the trusted order,
    the threadbare traditions that are maintained
    by the narrow ruts of rituals.
Yet how can an everlastingly new covenant
    retain its freshness and vitality
    without injections of the new,
    the daring, and the untried?
Come, O you who are ever-new,
    wrap my heart in new skin,
    ever flexible to be reformed by your Spirit.
Set my feet to fresh paths this day:
    inspire me to speak original and life-giving words
    and to creatively give shape to the new.
Come and teach me how to dance with delight
    whenever you send a new melody my way.
 
Edward Hays, 1931-2016, Catholic Priest in the Archdiocese of Kansas City
 
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And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. 
Otherwise, the new wine will burst the skins; the wine will run out 
    and the wineskins will be ruined.  
No, new wine must be poured into new wineskins.

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