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.
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
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
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.
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?
The Annunciation, Henry Ossawa Tanner, 1898, via Wikimedia Commons
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
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?
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.
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.