
God, we call out to you!
From the depths of our hearts, we cry,
“Lord, hear our prayer!”
We are consumed by grief.
The events of the past few days have overwhelmed us—
it’s hard to sleep,
it’s hard to eat,
it’s even hard to pray.
Where are you, God?
Deep down, we know that you love us—
we’ve experienced your mercy and your faithfulness in the past,
and it has sustained us through many difficult times.
We refuse to believe that you have deserted us,
or that you are unaware of the pain that we’re feeling.
And so we turn to you again,
longing for your presence,
looking for your comfort and peace.
Surround us with your unfailing love.
Remind us that you alone are God,
and that you hold us in the palm of your hand.
Give us courage and strength to face the days ahead,
and strengthen us in the knowledge that we do not face them alone.
In the name of Jesus Christ, our Savior and Lord, we pray.
Amen.
Christine Longhurst, Worship Professor, Canadian Mennonite University
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I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
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Peter Faber, 1506-1546, Jesuit Priest and co-founder of the Society of Jesus
Hearts in Fire Praying with Jesuits
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First of all, I thank you, Lord,
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…
Amen.
Ascension of the Lord / Lawrence OP / Flickr
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