Opening Prayer:
Lord, give me the ability to persist through tedium, to survive without the oxygen of recognition, praise, and stroking, and to do some good things every day which are seen only by You. (Sacred Space: the Prayer Book 2010 by Jesuit Communication Centre)
Psalm for the Week: Psalm 131
Scripture for the Day: 1 Peter 5:5-11
Reading for Reflection:
It
is frightening the extent to which hidden pride burns in the soul and dries up everything. And pride is all the greater in spiritual people,
in us…
It’s
because we don’t want to be little! On
the excuse that the religious life is a great, very great thing, we no longer
dream of becoming nothing, nothing, nothing. (Letters to Dolcidia: 1954-1983
by Carlo Carreto)
Reflection and
Listening: silent and written
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Winter Snow
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Song for the Week: Winter Snow
Could've come like a mighty
storm
With all the strength of a hurricane
You could've come like a forest fire
With the power of heaven in Your flame
But You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below
You could've swept in like a tidal wave
Or an ocean to ravish our hearts
You could have come through like a roaring flood
To wipe away the things we've scarred
But You came like a winter snow
You were quiet You were soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below
Oh, no, Your voice wasn't in a bush burning
No, Your voice wasn't in a rushing wind
It was still
It was small
It was hidden
You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below
Falling
To the earth below
You came falling From the sky in the night
With all the strength of a hurricane
You could've come like a forest fire
With the power of heaven in Your flame
But You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below
You could've swept in like a tidal wave
Or an ocean to ravish our hearts
You could have come through like a roaring flood
To wipe away the things we've scarred
But You came like a winter snow
You were quiet You were soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below
Oh, no, Your voice wasn't in a bush burning
No, Your voice wasn't in a rushing wind
It was still
It was small
It was hidden
You came like a winter snow
Quiet and soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth below
Falling
To the earth below
You came falling From the sky in the night
Closing Prayer:
Lord, High and Holy, Meek and Lowly,
Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision,
where I live
in
the depths but see thee in the heights; hemmed in
by
mountains of sin I behold thy glory.
Let me learn by
paradox
that the way down is the way up,
that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the healed
heart,
that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing
spirit
that the repenting soul is the victorious
soul,
that to have nothing is to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the
crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of
vision.
Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from the
deepest
wells. And the deeper the wells the brighter thy stars
shine;
Let me find thy light in my
darkness,
thy
life in my death,
thy
joy in my sorrow,
thy
grace in my sin,
thy
riches in my poverty,
thy
glory in my valley.
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