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Dec 3 21

The Lord is my light

by davesandel

Friday, December 3, 2021                              (today’s lectionary)

Memorial of Saint Francis Xavier, Priest

The Lord is my light

Out of gloom and darkness the eyes of the blind shall see. The lowly will ever find joy in the Lord.

Not only blindness of the eyes, but of the mind and emotions. Blindness that leads straight into unfounded sorrow, sorrow of the spirit, founded not so much on sin as on sadness. Seasonal Affective Disorder, perhaps, or clinical depression, or loneliness. Oh God, is this also what you mean to free us from?

The tyrant will be no more. The arrogant will have gone. All who are alert to do evil will be cut off.

I must say, most of the tyrants are of my own making. I am the arrogant one. When I could be alert to do good, I fail, and sometimes I even choose self-conscious sin. Alert to do evil. Hmmm. Who would admit to that? But who does not sometimes follow that awful path?

Do not leave a just man with an empty claim. Then you shall have nothing to be ashamed of, nor shall your face grow pale. Watch instead to see the work of my hands in your midst.

God’s instructions are clear. Stop thinking only of yourself. Think more highly of your brother, especially when he has no power, but you do. I am grateful that God gives me seventy times seven days and weeks and years to discover the joy of this generosity, to become a bit more of the child he made 72 years ago.

Those who err in spirit shall acquire understanding, and those who find fault shall receive instruction. The Lord is my light and my salvation. I believe that I shall see the bounty of the Lord in the land of the living.

Until then, surely I am like a blind man, led by other blind men. The blind leading the blind leads us all down endless wrong paths toward empty destinations, toward nowhere.

We are not yet lost. Nowhere, like no-thing, might lack definition, but never possibility.

We blind men approached Jesus, who looked at us and said, “Do you believe I can do this?” Yes, Lord. Then he touched our eyes. “Let it be done according to your faith.” And our eyes were opened.

We have reached the end of our lectionary texts, and the end of our our lectio divina. The day dawns, and we are alive along with our sovereign God, our Creator, our Lover, our Friend. There is so much to do, now that we can see. Life rushes toward us, and so we breathe it in.

 

(Isaiah 26, Psalm 118, Isaiah 55, Matthew 7)

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Dec 2 21

Choosing a narrow gate

by davesandel

Thursday, December 2, 2021                         (today’s lectionary)

Choosing a narrow gate

Open up the gates to let in a nation that is just, one that keeps the faith.

The Austin interstates roar with morning traffic. The sun’s almost up. No one asks anyone else to open up the gates, the assumption is that they are open and ready for me.

Open to me the gates of justice; I will enter them and give thanks to the Lord. This gate is the Lord’s.

Knock, knock, who’s there? Davey’s here, can I please come in? I hear a rustling behind the gate, and a burly bearded guard opens a small window. I know my life rests in his hands.

It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in princes.

Or gatekeepers. But, doesn’t seem like I have a choice. So I smile wide, and open my eyes to him, and stretch out my hands, empty, open.

“I am looking for the eternal rock,” I whisper, then clear my throat and say it again. “I am looking for the eternal rock!”

The gatekeeper looks at me wearily. “So is everybody,” he says. But Jesus has left strict orders.

He humbles those in high places. He tumbles their made-up city to the ground and levels it with the dust. It is trampled underfoot by the needy and the footsteps of the poor.

And then I do hear it. Faraway, a grumble in the ground, a roaring cataract of dust pushing toward us, faraway but coming soon. The gatekeeper hears it too, and shuts the window. “Hey!” I felt a little panic rising in my throat. “Let me in!” But he was gone. He wasn’t listening.

The words of the psalm seemed to be written for another person at another time. I felt afraid, not blessed. I felt misunderstood, not accepted. I was outside the gates.

I will give thanks to you, for you have answered me and been my savior. O Lord, grant salvation! O Lord, grant prosperity.

I knew I sought prosperity in my own eyes, grabbing at it with my own hands unblessed and unguided. Offered a tiny slice of the cattle on a thousand hills, I closed my fists on it and said THAT’S MINE! I was needy but I would not admit it. I was poor, but I wallowed in my pretend, the riches of man, the insurances that I set up like Hebrew stones upon the plain, unbid by God, thinking I could create my own altars and be safe.

And yet all I need is to close my eyes, be still on the rumbling plain, and … and … and … what is that I see, made obvious only by its shadow?

The Lord is God, and he has given us light. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

Hear Jesus, his words shining in the light? I just need to listen.

Not everyone who says to me, Lord, Lord, will enter the Kingdom of heaven. But when you listen to my words, and act on them, you will be like a wise man who built his house upon a rock. Rains fall, floods come, winds blow and buffet the house, but it will not collapse. It has been set solidly on the rock.

I wonder what happens next. I move away from this west gate and walk around the city to the south gate. The crowds pour down out of the desert and climb on each other, desperate for the west gate to open. But it does not. I wonder why I am alone. I am learning more about obedience than I have ever known, in this dawning light.

Trust and obey.

(Isaiah 26, Psalm 118, Isaiah 55, Matthew 7)

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Dec 1 21

The desert gets cold in December, but there’s a fire

by davesandel

Wednesday, December 1, 2021                      (today’s lectionary)

 The desert gets cold in December, but there’s a fire

Where could we ever get enough bread in this deserted place to satisfy such a crowd?

There are stories in this one sentence-question to satisfy for days my own thirst for adventure. Where will that bread come from? What desert could draw all these people? Where do they get their foolish courage? Who is this wandering singer who draws such crowds? Is that confused-looking group of men bodyguards, or groupies? Who’s in charge here?

Some of those questions are answered quickly, in a flash, when my friend’s lame leg loses its wither and straightens without pain. He shouts with expectation at first, and then with sudden, amazed joy. He can’t stop smiling. “That was Jesus!” he tells me, and I see that it is. They call that man Jesus, and he can’t stop smiling either. His guards can’t seem to start smiling, but Jesus, well, his eyes are brimming with joy.

Jesus asked his disciples, “How many loaves do you have?”

They had seven, and some fish. Not much to feed such a crowd. And no money to buy more, and no place to buy more anyway. Jesus asks the people to sit down, and they do.

Jesus took the bread and fish, gave thanks, broke the bread and gave it to the disciples to distribute. They all ate and were satisfied.

This story is not one of suffering, but of satisfaction. The lame were healed, the blind could see, and the hungry were given bread and fish to eat until they were full. God created us ex nihilo, out of nothing. He created all of this too, this bread and fish, ex nihilo. “No thing” might lack definition, but not possibility. Nothing is impossible for God.

The disciples picked up the fragments left over, and there were seven baskets full of bread and fish.

In the cool darkness of that evening I could hear someone singing in Hebrew, and I knew they were sitting by a fire, rocking back and forth, praying with David.

You spread a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup overflows, my cup overflows, my cup overflows. Goodness and kindness shall  follow me all the days of my life.

Suffering? Of course, that is part of every day. Never enough to eat, always someone in the family who is sick. In spite of the healings of Jesus, we all still die. Our wails of grief roll up the valley and down again.

But I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

So what, that suffering? It defines nothing, it has no substance beyond itself. Michael Gerson, who might also have traveled into a trackless desert to see a miracle-working singer named Jesus, wrote in his Washington Post column of the suffering of Job, and Frederick Buechner’s thoughts about it:

Instead of providing an argument, God appeared to Job. God’s message to Job, as Buechner paraphrased it, was: “You don’t want to know why things happen. You want to know that I love you.” The highest Christian good is not the absence of pain, it is the presence of some purpose worth our sacrifice.

Gerson writes during this first week of Advent. “God enters into suffering,” he says, “he is himself placed at the mercy of suffering. The Advent always previews the Passion. The manger and the star imply the nail and beam.”

This is the Lord for whom we looked; let us rejoice and be glad. The hand of the Lord rests on this mountain.

 (Isaiah 25, Psalm 23, Matthew 15)

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Nov 30 21

Complete list of November 2021 Daily Devotions with links

by davesandel

Complete list of November 2021 Daily Devotions with links

November 1    Sounding from the dense population of heaven, these words of love

November 2    He maketh me to lie down in green pastures

November 3    A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over

November 4    Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?

November 5    Night walk

November 6    Red fish, orange fish

Sun Nov 7       La Condesa and Alton Brown at Austin City Limits

November 8    Visiting the International House of Prayer in Kansas City

November 9    How do I catch the wave when I’m waiting for God?

November 10  The University of Austin, Heterodox Academy, and the waterfall

November 11  Your face is all I seek

November 12  Piano music under a big, blue sky

November 13  Living the questions, listening for answers

Sun Nov 14     Consider the birds of the air

November 15  A pound of white beans for the blind man, please

November 16  All day singing around the throne

November 17 On the occasion of my 72nd birthday, thank you Mama

November 18  Children who are truly loved know they are valuable

November 19  Mom’s funeral will be a joyous one, I think

November 20  Heavenly coronation service for Angelina Sandel, 6-30-1922 – 11-10-2021

Sun Nov 21     Working slowly back to the land of the living

November 22  Speaking out to myself, taking a few first steps

November 23  A pilgrim’s progress: seeking to understand Mom’s communion verse

November 24  Margaret’s words on Monday night

November 25 John shows up twice, in the middle of God’s planting season

November 26  Meditation on the Lord’s Prayer for Thanksgiving Day

November 27  Let the celebrations begin

Sun Nov 28     Join hands and celebrate the birth of Jesus

November 29  Let us climb the Lord’s mountain    

November 30  Let the words of my mouth

November 30  Complete list of November 2021 Daily Devotions with links

November 30  Haiku for every day of November 2021

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Nov 30 21

Haiku for every day of November 2021

by davesandel

Haiku for every day of November 2021

 

November 1

Such a busy month

Visits, birthdays, turkey, trips

Even Alton Brown

 

November 2

Last day of blue sky

Cool days, happy Texas sun

But rain tomorrow

 

November 3

C.S. Lewis’ story

Wednesday night at the movies

Surrounded by friends

 

November 4

Fishing at Grace church

Over low live oak branches

Keep reeling them in

 

November 5

Food friend, Alton Brown

Big downtown show, food before

Grasshoppers outside

 

November 6 , Aki’s 37th birthday

We both slept till 9

We did not do much all day

Rest, and rest some more

 

Sun November 7

Church, another nap

Ribeyes for Aki’s birthday

Those kids, so much fun!

 

November 8

Jasper Tomita

Can’t get enough of that guy

Helper with big smile

 

November 9

Cold weather coming

Of course there’s a lot to do

Live the Autumn dream

 

November 10

Call out of the blue

John: Mom passed away today

Just like that, she’s gone

 

November 11, Miles’ 5th birthday, visit from Chris/Melissa          

Chris can’t rent a car

Long lines that stream out the doors

We will pick you up!

 

November 12

in the sun we play

two holidays, three birthdays

decorate our lives

 

November 13

Sit still, feel sad, now

Waiting for tears that don’t come

God says, give it time

 

Sun November 14

Pam: don’t comfort them,

That is hard for you, I know

Let them comfort you!

 

November 15

One last day, Jasper

Runs, plays, talks, sleeps, doctors, tools

We will miss that kid!

 

November 16, leave for Illinois

Marg flies five hours

I drive fifteen below her

Can she see my car?

 

November 17, Dave’s 72nd birthday

Light’s on. Checked tires

Drove seven hours, warm home

Michael’s birthday gifts

 

November 18

Sam finds flat tire

God’s umbrella over me

I am SO grateful!

 

November 19

Funeral today

Mom spirit breathes around us

If we just listen

 

November 20

Chance to catch our breath

What it means to live and die

Be still, rest, and wait

 

Sun November 21

Mom’s house seems empty

Without her we turn left, right

Looking for presence

 

November 22

Urbana sunset

Window full of red dyed sky

Catch me in the clouds

 

November 23

I love people, but

Thirty meetings take their toll

Time to be alone

 

November 24

Turkeys thaw today

Warm, cozy in our beds, but

Winter approaches

 

November 25 (Thanksgiving Day)

Jack, Aly, growing

Help with the Thanksgiving feast

Chris smoked a brisket!

 

November 26

Just with Marg at last

Finding time to be ourselves

Search out old caress

 

November 27

Then, so soon, I leave

Daylight to Texarkana

Marg will fly Tuesday

 

Sun November 28 (First Sunday of Advent)

Casey and Michelle

While their parents live and die

Came back home: Tyler

 

November 29

Sweet Jasper’s ankles

Covered with fire ant bites

Quiet but in pain

 

November 30

Margaret home at eight

Of course her plane could be late

Then nap, cell phone lot

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Nov 30 21

Let the words of my mouth

by davesandel

Tuesday, November 30, 2021                        (today’s lectionary)

Feast of Saint Andrew, Apostle

Let the words of my mouth

I always wondered what I have to do in this world of God’s making, in order to be the good boy my parents wanted, in order to be the good student Mrs. Smock (who died just three days before my mom died earlier this month) wanted, to be the good Missouri Synod Lutheran boy Pastor Neitzel wanted. What did all those people out there, all of whom were over 30, what did they all want?

And further back, in the fuzzy darkness of unknowing, what did I have to do to be the good child of God that He or She wanted. My True Parents in heaven had a list for all of us, didn’t they, all of us including those over thirty-kids who called themselves my parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, teachers and preachers, because of course they were children of God themselves and subject to the same Rules I was.

So it’s with some recalled surprise that I open today’s lectionary and read the simple truth, as Paul saw it.

David, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

Oh, I can do that.

Paul explains.

For one believes with the heart and so is justified, and one confesses with the mouth and so is saved.

It doesn’t matter if I’m rich or poor, Hispanic, black, Asian, Native American or white. Or if I’m a midwestern farm kid with manure on his shoes, who throws a baseball every night after milking at a whitewashed strike zone on the barn’s brick wall, dreaming of the big time.

The same Lord is Lord of all. And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. He will enrich us all.

I love Garrison’s Keillor’s writing because it is such a rich, spontaneous stream of his consciousness. Paul launches into just such a stream, enriched and confident in God’s grace as he writes to the Romans. In reverse, he says men and women must be SENT in order to PREACH, so that others will HEAR, and therefore BELIEVE, and then CALL ON HIM. He goes on from there. Try to keep up!

How beautiful are the feet of those who bring the good news!

Peter’s older brother Andrew was a fisherman with good social skills. He noticed the boy with fish and loaves while Jesus was preaching (John 6:8), and mentioned him to Jesus.

Come after me, and I will make you fishers of men. At once Andrew and Peter left their nets behind, and followed him.

After Jesus ascended into heaven and his Church was established, the disciples scattered. Andrew preached in Greece and Turkey and was martyred twenty-five or so years later, crucified on a “saltire” cross. Did he ever go to Scotland? Did he ever play golf on the famous green links at St. Andrews? For various reasons, Andrew became Scotland’s patron saint.

Paul saw Jesus in a powerful vision. But Andrew spent three years with him. I imagine his sermons were stories as well as exhortation. Today’s psalm 19 might sometimes have been his text, his “first reading.”

The decree of the Lord is trustworthy, giving wisdom to the simple. Fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. Your words, Lord are Spirit and life. They are more precious than gold, than a heap of purest gold, sweeter also than syrup, or honey from the honeycomb. May these words of my mouth, and the meditations of my heart, be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.

Paul tells me what I must do with my mouth, my mind and my heart. David in his psalm gets at something a little different. Your words, Lord, are Spirit and life. God is not here for me, I am here for God. Turn back O man, turn toward God and let God become all you live for. Did Andrew’s stories and sermons guide his listeners toward that deepest of all realities? I like to think they did.

(Romans 10, Psalm 19, Matthew 4)

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Nov 29 21

Let us climb the Lord’s mountain

by davesandel

Monday, November 29, 2021                         (today’s lectionary)

Let us climb the Lord’s mountain

My friend Sam went to India to seek wisdom from a wise guru. He would have climbed any mountain to find his teacher. I watched Free Solo, a movie about Alex Honnold and his impossible climb up El Capitan in Yosemite, filmed by other outrageous, intrepid climbers with cameras in their hands. A couple in West Virginia overcame their fear of heights, then climbed five hours in their wedding clothes to be married at the top of Seneca Rocks.

And then there’s Edmund Hillary (or George Mallory) as they began their climb to the top of Mt. Everest. Why are you doing this?

“Because it’s there.”

Arriving in Austin after another thousand mile trip, I feel exhilaration, relief, accomplishment, and exhaustion. I have climbed my own mountain, and now it’s great to see the Tomita kiddos again, Miles of the sparkling eyes and Jasper of the now soothed fire ant bites on his leg, as I walked into their home on Sunday evening. Joy in every corner.

The mountain of the Lord’s house shall be established as the highest mountain and raised above the hills. Many people shall come and say, “Come, let us climb the Lord’s mountain, that he may instruct us in his ways, and we may walk in his paths.

Who has been wanting to teach you lately? I constantly sort through the “instructions” I get from advertisers, preachers, friends, family, advisers of all kinds. We are all know-it-alls these days, experts at everything. And this makes what we could call learning, but too often recognize as indoctrination, difficult. When someone says “Trust me,” I run the other way. NO!

Climbing God’s highest mountain is different. For one thing, a significant amount of suffering is involved. Have you read Hinds Feet in High Places by Hannah Hurnard? Here’s just a taste:

Much-Afraid looked at the thorn and shrank from it. But she looked at the Shepherd’s face and suddenly said, “Please plant the seed, here in my heart.” His face lit up with a glad smile. “Now you will be able to go with me to the High Places and be a citizen in the Kingdom of my Father.” And he pressed the thorn into her heart. She felt a piercing pain and then, suddenly, a sweetness … for a moment then, “Much-Afraid did not look afraid at all.”

For another thing, as I climb toward him, God does not speak the language of what Walter Brueggemann calls the “empire.” I am accustomed to being persuaded and then abandoned, but God does the opposite. In his own version of silence, God searches me, finds me and offers me compassion, justice and love.

We shall beat our swords into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks. My nation shall not raise its sword against yours, and we shall not train for war any more.

And one more thing: on God’s holy mountain we are shown the miracle of “abundance.” There is more than enough for all of us, now and forever. During Advent we prepare again to receive the Shepherd who frees us from our fear of each other. God owns the cattle on a thousand hills, and there is plenty for all of us.

Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord. May peace be within your walls. I will pray for your good.

(Isaiah 2, Psalm 122, Psalm 80, Matthew 8)

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Nov 28 21

Join hands and celebrate the birth of Jesus

by davesandel

First Sunday of Advent, November 28, 2021            (today’s lectionary)

Join hands and celebrate the birth of Jesus

The days are coming, says the Lord, when I will fulfill the promise, when I will raise up a just shoot who shall do what is right and just in the land.

I drove and drove all day yesterday, from Urbana to Texarkana. The road has become familiar; this is the second half of the 11th trip I’ve taken from Austin to Urbana in 2021. The trucks travel at the same speeds, even though Christmas is coming. The drivers wrestle through the gears with the same persistence and resignation they have the rest of the year.

Your ways, O Lord, make known to me; teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me. All the paths of the Lord are kindness and constancy.

But for me this trip is not like most of the others. I’m looking forward to Advent candles, and Christmas music, and special candy and cookie making days with Margaret, Miles, Jasper and their mom. I can’t wait for the HEB Trail of Lights night, when we join Aki and his family in their van, open all the windows, listen to the music, and become mesmerized by the lights, all the way through Zilker Park. I imagine a few special celebratory meals with family and friends. Why not? Christmas is coming. We get to join hands and celebrate the birth of Jesus.

May the Lord make you increase and abound in love for one another and for all.

Today’s purple candle, lit and shining in churches all over the world, symbolizes hope. For us this is a time of light, a time of preparation, a time to rekindle hope, made all the brighter in the face of the troubles and horrors visible just one TV screen away. What manner of man is this Jesus, who can lead us without fear?

The paths of the Lord are kindness and constancy.

Not that Jesus closes his eyes to our pain, our loss, our grief. He sees more clearly than we do. Rose-colored glasses are not for Jesus. Our Advent season begins with words that stun and silence us.

There will be signs in the sun, the moon, the stars, and on earth nations will be in dismay. People will die of fright in anticipation of what is coming, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken.

Maybe our celebrations are a little shallow and superficial? Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus lays down his sweet head? Dashing through the snow, on a one-horse open sleigh, over the fields we go, O jingle bells?

But then they will see the Son of Man, coming in a cloud with power and great glory. And when these signs begin to happen, stand erect and raise your heads because your redemption is at hand!

O come, o come Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel. We mourn in lonely exile here, until the Son of God appears. I think there is plenty of room for joy and simple happiness, alongside the deep driving heartbeat reminders of God’s eternal love for us. I rarely feel just one age, and the children’s songs are as powerful now or more so, than ever.

Driving today, the last leg into Austin I hope to be watching two church services, Zion Lutheran Church from Lincoln, Illinois, where I grew up a little farmboy youngster with manure on his shoes, and then Grace Covenant Church in Austin, where Margaret and I have found a home across the street from our apartment. And perhaps I’ll even get to join my friend Casey at church in Tyler.

I can’t wait to sing along with the liturgies I remember from Advent services in the 1950’s, and I can’t wait to sing along with the songs the Grace worship band provides for all of us today, joining all generations in the music of the spheres. Come, Lord Jesus!

Be vigilant at all times and pray that you have the strength to escape the tribulations that are imminent, and to stand before the Son of Man.

(Jeremiah 33, Psalm 25, 1 Thessalonians 3, Psalm 85, Luke 21)

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Nov 27 21

Let the celebrations begin

by davesandel

Saturday, November 27, 2021                                    (today’s lectionary)

Last day of the Thirty-fourth and final Week in Ordinary Time

Let the celebrations begin

Yes, but I am going to miss Ordinary Time. Every day, mostly, since Easter, I’ve sat here or somewhere and found words to share with God, with you, with the rest of myself, which makes a trail of extra-ordinary moments for me that provide clarity, peace and a small amount of certainty in my soul.

Holy men of humble heart, bless the Lord; praise and exalt him above all forever.

Each year since 1999 I have looked forward to tomorrow with trepidation and delight. The first Sunday of Advent, and I would begin writing again, after a long break through Ordinary Time. Now that rhythm has changed, because I write every day all year long.

But tomorrow still beckons with its long beam of light through the night. We are getting ready to ride that light into Christmas.

When the court is convened, then the kingship and dominion and majesty of all the kingdoms under the heavens shall be given to the holy people of the Most High, Whose Kingdom shall be everlasting: all dominions shall serve and obey him.

Reflections on the lectionary, especially during Advent and Lent, help me make space to be still in all the rush and hurry. And they remind me that the scarcity mindset foisted upon me by constant advertising is false. God’s abundance is everywhere, waiting for me to notice it and be glad. Margaret said the other day, “God owns the cattle on a thousand hills. And, therefore, so do I.” Oh, yeah.

In their pasture just over the crest of that Advent hill, the cattle are lowing. And the poor baby wakes, the little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes. In his sweet presence we have need of nothing more. We are full up, we have more than enough, we fall without fear, and we are made whole with just one glance from Jesus.

I love thee Lord Jesus, look down from the sky, and stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

 (Daniel 7, Daniel 3, Luke 21)

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Nov 26 21

Meditation on the Lord’s Prayer for Thanksgiving Day

by davesandel

Friday, November 26, 2021                                        (today’s lectionary)

Meditation on the Lord’s Prayer for Thanksgiving Day

I saw a vision during the night. The Ancient One took his throne, and his clothing was snow bright, his throne was flames of fire, and thousands upon thousands were ministering to him. One like a son of man was coming on the clouds of heaven.

For several years Margaret has often spent the first part of her morning meditating on the Lord’s Prayer to center herself and set the tone for the day. She thinks of it as intimacy time that no one else shares.  Today she shares with us. On Thanksgiving Day this is what she wrote:

Pray, then, in this way:  Our Father who is in heaven, Hallowed be Your name.

Your name is most sacred.  We don’t know you fully, yet we are from you.  We have a bit of your DNA now.  We long to honor you as we carry on the line.

Your kingdom come.  Your will be done, On earth as it is in heaven.

You have created and then restored your kingdom.  Your realm is all that is, both what we see in your vast universe and in the unseen.  The earth is all we can comprehend yet it is just your footstool.

Give us this day our daily bread, (our bread for tomorrow)

There is food all around me but I trust that you will provide for me what will bring health & not sickness to me.  Let it be warm and crunchy.  Use my hunger to remind me to hunger after you first.  This is what fasting & feasting have taught me.

and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

Because all came from you, I am  the true debtor. I only steward  things, so remind me that no one can owe me, they can only owe you!  I realize every day, though made of dust, how very rich I am!

Do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil. (the evil one)

Help me keep in intimacy with you, so that I don’t wander off the path you lead me on.  Side by side down the path, whether straight and narrow or hilly, rocky, and perilous.  I carry only YOUR yoke.  Because I have learned that my own is impossibly heavy.

For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

Not mine.  But your kingdom, your power & for your glory for eternity.

AMEN!

Jesus said, “Consider the fig tree and how its buds burst open as summer draws near. My words will never pass away.”

 (Daniel 7, Daniel 3, Luke 21)

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