Opening Prayer:
O persistent God,
deliver me from assuming your mercy is
gentle.
Pressure me that I may grow more human,
not through the lessening of my struggles,
but through the expansion of
them…
Deepen my hurt
until I learn to share it and myself openly,
and my needs honestly.
Sharpen my fears until I name
them
and release the power I have locked in them
and they in me.
Accentuate my confusion
until I shed those grandiose
expectations
that divert me from the small, glad
gifts
of the now and the here and the
me.
Expose my shame where it
shivers,
crouched behind the curtains of
propriety,
until I can laugh at last
through my common frailties and
failures,
laugh my way toward becoming
whole.
(Guerrillas of Grace by Ted
Loder)Psalm for the Week: Psalm 31
Scripture for the Day: Isaiah 53:1-12
Reading for Reflection:
The
first response, then, to our brokenness is to face it squarely and befriend
it. This may seem quite unnatural. Our first, most spontaneous response to pain
and suffering is to avoid it, to keep it at arm’s length; to avoid, circumvent
or deny it. Suffering—be it physical,
mental or emotional—is almost always experienced as an unwelcome intrusion into
our lives, something that should not be there.
It is difficult, if not impossible, to see anything positive in
suffering; it must be avoided away at all costs.
When this is, indeed, our spontaneous
attitude toward brokenness, it is no surprise that befriending it seems, at
first, masochistic. Still, my own pain
in life has taught me that the first step to healing is not a step away from
the pain, but a step toward it. When
brokenness is, in fact, just as intimate a part of our being as our chosenness
and our blessedness, we have to dare to overcome our fear and become familiar
with it. Yes, we have to find the
courage to embrace our own brokenness, to make our most feared enemy into a
friend and to claim it as an intimate companion. I am convinced that healing is often so
difficult because we don’t want to know the pain. Although this is true of all pain, it is
especially true of the pain that comes from a broken heart. The anguish and agony that result from
rejection, separation, neglect, abuse and emotional manipulation serve only to
paralyze us when we can’t face them and keep running away from them. When we need guidance in our suffering, it is
first of all guidance that leads us closer to our pain and makes us aware that
we do not have to avoid it, but can befriend it. (Life of the Beloved
by Henri J. M. Nouwen)
Reflection and
Listening: silent and written
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Come Ye Sinners
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.
I will rise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.
Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Closing Prayer
Now,
O Lord,
calm me into a quietness
that heals
and listens,
and molds my longings
and passions,
my wounds
and wonderings
into a more holy
and human
shape.
(Guerrillas of Grace by Ted Loder)
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Come Ye Sinners
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.
I will rise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.
Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Closing Prayer
Now,
O Lord,
calm me into a quietness
that heals
and listens,
and molds my longings
and passions,
my wounds
and wonderings
into a more holy
and human
shape.
(Guerrillas of Grace by Ted Loder)
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