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Confession and Longing after God – (Psalm 139 and 1 John 2:15-17)

Our Father in Heaven, Creator and Sustainer of all that you have made, Savior and Redeemer of our lives; as we have gathered for worship today we have affirmed our joy in your presence and your salvation. We have been reminded through the Psalm (139), that we can go nowhere in which we are not in your presence, we can never take in all that you are and how great your thoughts and your mercies toward us, and we can always trust in you as Creator, Sustainer, and Redeemer of our lives. For all of this we give you thanks and pray that our gratitude would grow and show in the way we live our lives every day.

And yet Father, we are challenged by your Word that calls upon us, “Do not love the world or anything in the world…”   We confess this morning, that each and every one of us have not loved you perfectly. We look around and see things in this world that we want. We have craved worldly and sinful things. We have lusted after things that appeal to our eyes. We have boasted about our own abilities and centered our lives upon ourselves in pride. We pray that you will lead us again to the truth, that the world and its desires pass away; that only those who do your will find life and life eternal.

So this morning Father, whatever has caught our eyes, whatever has captured our attention, whatever has led us away from you, we confess our shortcomings and sin, and pray that you will recreate us anew, that you will save us and redeem us from our sin, in thought and in deed, and empower us to live lives that are holy and pure, lives that conform to your will, through the power of Jesus Christ in his resurrection.   Lead us, transform us, and empower us to live a new life in Christ. In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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“The Dance of Home”*

Deep inside every woman and man,

deep inside every child, every teen;

there is a longing, an empty void,

prompting a search for a place to call home.

 

People try, many things, the void to satisfy,

but God alone, has a home, that meets our hearts desire,

quenches a thirst, a fire inside, longing after love.

 

The Father is calling all people,

the Son has opened the doorway to all,

the Spirit sets a place at the table,

for all who will enter the banquet hall.

 

Our longings are filled when we dance with the Father.

Our longings are filled when we dance with the Son.

Our longings are filled when we dance with the Spirit.

Our longings are filled in the Dance of Home.

 

People try, many things, the void to satisfy,

but God alone, has a home, that meets our hearts desire,

quenches a thirst, a fire inside, longing after love.

 

There is a great celebration,

a party with which no other compares.

There will be singing, and there will be joy,

love will be shared in the Dance of Home.

 

Oh, come! Dance with the Father,

Come! Dance with the Son,

Come! And dance with the Spirit,

Come and dance in the Dance of Home.

©1997 Jonathan C. Bratt

*”The Dance of Home” is a song written a number of years ago.  I recently came across the lyrics on an old computer and thought, that should be part of “Groan ups”.

 
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Posted by on October 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Fragile, Broken, Pieces

Fragile.

Sometimes I feel so fragile Father, as if I am one of those pieces of glassware mother never allowed us to play with or get near or touch.  Fragile, so easy to slip, to fall, to break. Fragile from the hand to the floor where I break into a thousand pieces.

Broken.

Sometimes I feel so broken Father, as if the slip and the fall are all that are in my past, all that define me, all that I have to claim as who I am.  Broken. Shattered. Smashed against the hardness of the surfaces that I can no longer bounce from. Far from the hands from which I slipped and fell. Far from the soft and gentle touch that created, shaped, and held. Broken. Pieces.

Pieces.

Sometimes I feel so disjointed, so fragmented, so divided; like so many pieces. Like the stories I heard as a child, of the egg that fell off the wall.  And sometimes it seems Father, that there is no way to even think about getting back on the wall, because there are so many pieces to gather, to repair, to mend with no hands, no glue, no way to put me all back together again.

Fragile, Broken, Pieces.

But then you Father, are the Potter.  Help me trust in your hands. To bring together fragile, broken pieces to hold in Your hands, never to be so fragile and broken and pieced up again.

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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One word prayers

Lord.

Lord!

Lord?

Help!

Ouch!

Please.

What?

Who?

Why?

How?

Really?

Wow!

Thanks!

HALLELUIAH!

AMEN!

 
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Posted by on September 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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A short prayer for a friend in need

Lord, have mercy.

Give strength where strength is needed,

peace in the midst of storm,

and rest for all who love well and serve from an open and honest heart.

Amen.

 
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Posted by on September 8, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Song of Grief – (July 21, 1997)

I sit here, I’m crying, I’m missing you.

My heart aches, my soul grieves in losing you.

And I pray that I may know that its okay,

But inside it simply doesn’t feel that way.

For I’m longing to hear your voice, to touch your hand again.

 

Lord God, Why? Is my questioning.

Yet questions, even answers, don’t take the pain.

I can’t imagine living without you,

It is not a thing I even want to do.

For I’m longing to hear your voice, to touch your hand again.

 

Lord, help me trust in you,

May I find my hope in you.

Though I do not understand

Give me faith to walk thorough valleys of unknown.

 

I sit here, I’m crying, I’m missing you.

I know you are somewhere else, there’s no touch for now.

Yet, my memories will never fade away,

and I will keep them with me to my dying day.

And then will hear your voice

and touch your hand again.

 
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Posted by on July 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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Nothing fancy Lord, just a simple prayer…

Nothing fancy Lord, just a simple prayer:

My dear friend Steve is dying; closer than anyone wants or can believe.

His family suffers to watch him suffer like this at the end.

Bring peace and comfort to his wife, his children, his family and friends,

and lead him safely into your loving arms and eternal presence.

Amen.

 
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Posted by on July 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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