There will be a new day

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Sometimes things do go well. Bad things happen. We can’t see our way through. There seems to be no hope. But God is with us and will bring us to a new day. He will help us find a path, another solution. Trust God. His love for us never fails.

Loving God, remind us that you are with us every moment and a new day will come. AMEN

Be thankful

Who is wise? He that learns from everyone.

Who is powerful? He that governs his passions. 

Who is rich? He that is content. 

Who is that? Nobody. ————————Benjamin Franklin

How content are we? Franklin says that no one is content and he may be right. How grateful are we for everything that we have? Do we appreciate the things we have instead of longing for what we don’t have?

We have to spend time thanking God for all the gifts of this life. Make a list and thank God each day. Use the list for your prayers.

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Giving God, we are so blessed but we don’t take time to give thanks. Remind us of all the good in our lives and help us to be thankful. AMEN

Music can take us to God

O Lord, hear my prayer..………Taize Music

Today while writing for my blog worrylessjourney.com  I was reminded how much I love the music of the Taize community in France. Their meditative songs help me to focus. The Quakers have a term “center down” and these songs help us to do that. Music can bring us close to God.

Listen to this sung prayer and reach out to God. AMEN

 

Savor each moment

The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss. —-Thomas Carlyle

We miss so much every day. We look at things but we really don’t see. Today it rained and I didn’t take time to sit and watch it. I didn’t see the leaves with rain drops on them. I didn’t see the earth greening.

Life is a series of moments. Be sure to see them.

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Gracious God, help us to see and savor each moment of our lives. AMEN

Hope

Hope is some extraordinary spiritual grace that God gives us to control our fears, not  oust them.-———————Vincent McNabb

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Hope is one of the most precious things that God has given us. We need hope to get up each day. We use it to start a new project or a new job. We have hope. Thank God for it.

God of compassion, thank you for the gift of hope. AMEN

The arangels

angelsThe arangels have been at work.—————-Happy Ingeman

I have always loved this expression used by a friend. She saw the angels at work in life and always acknowledged them. She helped the rest of us see God at work in our daily lives. Because of her I often see the arangels working. Look for God’s miracles every day.

Amazing God, thank you for the miracles you do every day. Help us to see your work and praise your name. AMEN

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle. ———-Walt Whitman

We fail to see the wondrous things around us. We race through each day and don’t see the beauty. We talk on the phone and spend time texting. We don’t stop.

It is time to see the beauty in the world. It is time to enjoy it.

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Gracious God, help us to enjoy and experience the world around us. AMEN 

Go Down, Death (a poem/sermon)

After writing about death on my blog I decided to post the poem that I posted there. It is one of my favorites and I would love to go to God in this way. blog

Go Down, Death

James Weldon Johnson1871 – 1938

 (A Funeral Sermon)

Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell on Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God’s big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.

And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
Call me Death!
And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
That broke like a clap of thunder:
Call Death!--Call Death!
And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.

And Death heard the summons,
And he leaped on his fastest horse,
Pale as a sheet in the moonlight.
Up the golden street Death galloped,
And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold,
But they didn’t make no sound.
Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
And waited for God’s command.

And God said: Go down, Death, go down,
Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
Down in Yamacraw,
And find Sister Caroline.
She’s borne the burden and heat of the day,
She’s labored long in my vineyard,
And she’s tired--
She’s weary--
Go down, Death, and bring her to me.

And Death didn’t say a word,
But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse,
And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
And out and down he rode,
Through heaven’s pearly gates,
Past suns and moons and stars;
on Death rode,
Leaving the lightning’s flash behind;
Straight down he came.

While we were watching round her bed,
She turned her eyes and looked away,
She saw what we couldn’t see;
She saw Old Death.  She saw Old Death
Coming like a falling star.
But Death didn’t frighten Sister Caroline;
He looked to her like a welcome friend.
And she whispered to us: I’m going home,
And she smiled and closed her eyes.

And Death took her up like a baby,
And she lay in his icy arms,
But she didn’t feel no chill.
And death began to ride again--
Up beyond the evening star,
Into the glittering light of glory,
On to the Great White Throne.
And there he laid Sister Caroline
On the loving breast of Jesus.

And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest.

Weep not--weep not,
She is not dead;
She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.

From God’s Trombones by James Weldon Johnson. Copyright © 1927 The Viking Press, Inc., renewed 1955 by Grace Nail Johnson. Used by permission of Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Books USA Inc.

Lord Jesus, let us find the faith to know you will be with us in our hour of death. AMEN

Can you see through “God Glasses?”

No miracle has ever taken place under conditions which science can accept.-—-Ernest Renen

I believe in miracles. I believe they can’t be explained. Science will try to find logical answers. Sometimes they find an explanation that suits them. I have mentioned before that Madeleine L’Engle says “a coincidence is a miracle in which God prefers to remain anonymous.” I tend to see God in the coincidences that occur in my life. I try to see life through “God Glasses.” I try to see the wonderful things that happen and trust that they are miracles. Can you?

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Amazing God, help us to see the miracles around us each day. AMEN 

Life is limited

Death gives life its fullest reality. ——————Anthony Dalla Villa, Eulogy for Andy Warhol, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, April 1,1987

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Death reminds us that our time in this life is limited. Knowing that there is an end pulls us to live each day to the fullest. God created life and a universe around us. Don’t forget to stop, look, and appreciate each moment.

Amazing God, you created everything. Help us to see that every day.