Let me hear of your steadfast love in the morning
for in you I put my trust.
Teach me the way I should go,
for to you I lift up my soul.
Glory be to the Creator, and to the Christ, and to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. Amen.
Hymn: “Holy Spirit, Come with Power” (can start at 1:40)
O God, do not rebuke me in your anger,
or discipline me in your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O God, for I am languishing;
O God, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror.
My soul also is struck with terror, while you, O God—how long?
Turn, O God, save my life;
deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love.
For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who can give you praise?
I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
My eyes waste away because of grief;
they grow weak because of all my foes.
Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for God has heard the sound of my weeping.
God has heard my supplication and accepts my prayer.
All my enemies shall be ashamed and struck with terror;
they shall turn back, and in a moment be put to shame.
Gospel Reading: Mark 3: 20-35
The word of life.
Thanks be to God.
“And then I begin to pray sometimes. I say things that might be prayers, nor might not. Or sometimes I think I have stepped into someone else’s prayer, and I stay there, poised, ready to walk into another room; or I stay there, heavy, like a tired hand resting on a table. Or I pick up a pen and a piece of paper and that is a prayer, or it is not. Or I look out the window at the fence, peeling paint, covered in pollen, and I wonder if that is prayer.” –Lauren Winner, Still: Notes on a Mid-Faith Crisis, p. 65
Holy One, we cry out to you: in the morning our prayers come before you.
Along with the worldwide fellowship of churches, we pray this morning for Bhutan.
God, in your mercy, hear our prayer.
Individual prayers may be spoken with the above response given.
Holy Spirit, hear our prayers this morning and this day. Hear the words we articulate and the sighs that are too deep for words. Let our ears and eyes and spirits be open to your presence in even the most unexpected places. Amen.
I pray that you, being rooted and grounded in love,
may have power together with all the saints
to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,
and to know this love that surpasses knowledge,
that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Amen.