Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Your voice is described as still and small, a gentle whisper. (1st Kings 19:12)
Is that how your Spirit works on the conscience? Within our prayers and devotional disciplines?
I appreciate your gentleness, but in this noisy world, have you considered surround sound with a subwoofer? A hundred decibels with thumping bass!
I'm distracted - in din and clamor - and plagued with attention deficit.
Holy Spirit, help me to listen, to hear God's voice.
If this isn’t a matter of volume, then it must be about filtering and discernment. About making time and being attentive to the gentle whisper.
Give ear! Our Mighty God does not raise his voice. Amen.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
…for dust you are and to dust you will return.
Almighty God, you have created us out of the dust of the earth: Grant that these ashes may be to us a sign of our mortality and penitence, that we may remember that it is only by your gracious gift that we are given everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen. (Book of Common Prayer, Liturgy for Ash Wednesday)
It's not about me.
It's not about me.
(Repeat until it sinks in.)
Starring in my own life,
I must resist that.
This performance could close today.
Under the best circumstances,
my empire will fall in thirty years or so.
I'm counting on another Kingdom.
There are some things in my nature
that need to be seared or burned away.
I shudder as I pray,
but turn up the flame Lord,
if that's your remedy.
This is out of sync
with our "selfie" culture.
Yet I know your acceptance and love.
I know your presence in my life.
let’s proceed with my repair.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
This prayer shares its title with the classic 1968 rock song by Eric Clapton and Cream. While it's a favorite tune of my misspent youth, the inspiration for the prayer comes from Isaiah 46.
My Lord & Creator,
Help me to find and feel the sunshine on this frozen morning.
I'm feeling prematurely ancient as this long winter drags on. Crunchy joints. Stiff muscles. Caffeine and Celebrex disappoint.
Thank you for dispatching your prophet. Isaiah points me to the daylight:
Even to your old age and gray hairs, I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
Lord Christ, I'm seeking a measure of joy today. I realize that it's more than an emotion. Some discipline is required to find it, to be present, to participate.
I am bringing my righteousness near, it is not far away;
Holy Spirit, lead me along your path - into the sunshine. Amen.