A Prayer for Pain


So many people I know are suffering from severe physical pain which is depriving them of the quality of life they are meant to have.

Will you please join me in a prayer for pain for all people who are afflicted.

Our Father in Heaven, we pray for your healing love to touch all who are suffering debilitating pain in different parts of their bodies. We thank you that as you hear our prayers, you will touch each one with your healing power and set them free from back pain, neck pain, knee pain…any pain that is limiting your people in their daily activities. We thank you for hearing our prayers and answering them in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Thank you to all who will participate in this prayer for pain.

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It Could Be Jesus


A friend reminded me of this song and as I listened to it I thought…That’s what Jesus asks of us and how blessed we are if we take Him up on it. Happy Sunday.

The Morning After


(Let me start out by apologizing for this post being a day late in some parts of the world, but I was away.)

No, I’m not writing about a hangover. At least not the kind from consuming too much alcohol.

It’s the morning after the resurrection of Jesus and as in days of old, a feeling of jubilation continues to pervade the hearts of believers; a hangover of sorts.

On Thursday we attended the Last Supper. On Friday we witnessed the Crucifixion. Saturday we contemplated what was to come, and Sunday we celebrated the Resurrection.

Today, Easter Monday, we move on with the knowledge that something spectacular has taken place and there is no need for a cure for the morning after because Jesus, himself, is the cure for everything.

Love Always


Today is known as Maundy Thursday…the Thursday before Easter, observed in the Christian Church as a commemoration of the Last Supper, the last meal Jesus shared with his disciples before his death.

Maundy also means “commandment”, and at that last meal, “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” John 13:34

And that is what Jesus was/is all about…Love…not only in this Holy week but always.

 

 

 

Out of the Pages


For the last three Sundays, our church, St. Andrew’s Scarborough, has had the privilege of meeting Biblical folk practically face to face.

First it was Peter. He stepped out of the pages of the Bible and spoke to us through Pastor Duncan. He told of his life as a disciple of Jesus and what it was like to be in the company of this amazing man for the three years of his ministry on earth.

The following Sunday we met Mary Magdalene, speaking to us through Pastor Monica. She also told us about how much she had learned and profited from knowing Jesus.

Then, we met Lazarus. What a story he had to tell…what it was like to die and then be called back to life by his best friend, this very same Jesus.

Today we meet the High Priest, Caiaphas. Caiaphas presided over the Sanhedrin, the highest court of the Jewish people, and organized the plot to kill Jesus. I’m looking forward to hearing what he has to say for himself. Happy Sunday

 

When Tears are not Enough


A fire in Halifax, Nova Scotia, on Tuesday, killed seven children ranging in age from four months to fourteen years. Their father is in life threatening condition and the mother is remarkably unharmed…physically.

Can anyone even fathom the devastation this mother is dealing with?

Tears are not enough to wash away the enormity of this woman’s suffering in the moment and in years to come…her own tears and those of all who mourn with her.

Some will ask where is God in all this.

Along with the rest of us…Jesus wept. (John 11:35)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without a Parachute


A few years ago I tried freefall writing without really knowing much about it. Here is a very brief description I gleaned from the internet:

FREEFALL is the technique of writing from the larger Self, beyond reach of the ego and its censors. . . .FREEFALL invokes the courage to fall without a parachute, into the words as they come, into the thoughts before they have fully formed in the mind, into the unplanned structures that take shape, without prompting, to contain them. . . .

And here is the writing that plummeted from my mind onto the page; the only thing I changed was to add more punctuation than what showed in the original piece to make the writing more definable to the reader.

Come to me oh Heavenly Father and open my mind and heart to you so completely that I do not have room for anything but your word. Let the power of you fill me to overflowing with the things you would have me be and say. Oh Lord, I need you in my life as never before. Hearken to my plea, fill me with the joy I felt at the sound of your voice in 1984 when you told me All Things Are Possible. Continue to lead me, oh Lord, make me aware, let me write for you and only you. Let my life be lived for you and only you. Direct my paths, free my soul, balance my life, lift my spirit, make me what I long to be for you. Create in me a clean heart, a new heart, a new mind, a new spirit. Show me where you are oh Lord and make me 100% aware of your presence in my life beginning this very minute. I the Lord of sea and sand here I am to take your hand, I will lead you all the way, I am at your side to stay, tell the people to be aware that Jesus has you in his care. He is always by your side, there is nowhere you can hide. Jesus talks to those who ask, Jesus helps you in your task. God and Holy Spirit too, all are here just for you and you and you. Everyone is in their care, only make yourselves aware of their presence in your life. Thank them then be on your way, you will feel them when you pray. Going home is what they call giving you their all. So my friends take this advice, it’s from Jesus our Lord and Christ, the savior of our lives, the savior of our lives. Come alive my little child, I have called you from the wildness of your will. I will my word in you instill and then you will do MY will and I will help you, don’t dismay, I am with you every day for eternity.

This was my one and only attempt at free-fall writing and although I don’t know the date, I do know it was about ten years ago or more. It boggles my mind that these words flowed so freely and unabashedly as if from another realm. And I’m grateful.