This night I missed the prayer I've planned for our community, here. Good reasons, whatever. Alone now in my study I decided to read through it. It became, it was, my prayer whether I wanted it to be or not. It was THAT Psalm, the one like no other, the one that ends in the pit, no upswing at all. I was there anyway. It fit me. As I read it my heart prayed it. I read myself. But I prayed. Some excerpts from Psalm 88...
Lord my God,... I cry at night before you
my soul is filled with evils; my life is on the brink of the grave: I have reached the end of my strength.
You have laid me in the depths of the tomb, in places that are dark, in the depths.
You have taken away my friends and made me hateful in their sight. my eyes are sunken with grief.
I have borne your trials; I am numb.
Friend and neighbor you have taken away: my one companion is darkness.
"Then, if we cannot as yet think alike in all things, at least we may love alike. Herein we cannot possibly do amiss." John Wesley
"Keep your eyes on the crucifix, for Jesus without the cross
is a man without a mission, and the cross without Jesus
is a burden without a reliever." Fulton J. Sheen
"...I am deeply convinced that the Christian leader of the future is called to be
completely irrelevant and to stand in this world with nothing to offer but his or her own vulnerable self." Henri Nouwen
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