Thursday, December 31, 2015

New Years Prayer

Dear Lord Jesus, At the beginning of a new year we give you thanks for all the blessings we enjoy, among which are: clean air to breathe, clean water to drink, a warm place to stay, good food to eat, the blessing of communication with others we love – phones and e-mail and a host of other things that may be used to your glory. We thank you for family and friends, those who stand by us, correct us, listen to us, cheer us, protect us, push us to be our best, defend us, and still love us… and vice-versa. We are blessed beyond our powers to thank you, but not beyond living out our gratitude. Help us to be grateful in our life here on this planet, for life is brief, a tale quickly told. Life flies like a weaver’s shuttle, a moment and it is gone. Help us at the beginning of this year to begin again a life of gratitude. May we be overwhelmed with gratitude so that we may not be overwhelmed with hatred or despair. Call us to count our blessings, to remember our heritage, to smile and laugh and reach out to others. Help us to take up your cross for others, for your children who suffer because of your name, the persecuted of the earth, the Christians enslaved around the world. So keep us focused in our gratitude, Dear Lord Jesus, on your gospel and your kingdom. And, again, we will be grateful.
Be near to those who need you today. Be close to those whose homes are threatened. Touch those whose lives have taken a radical turn. Free those who are caught by alcohol and drug dependencies. Ease the pains of those sick this day. Be near the saints who prepare for their journey home. Bless our church in this year and help us to open our doors, open our heart to others who need you as much as we do. Hear our words spoken in sound or silence, and hear these words we offer to you….. Pray the Lord’s Prayer.

From the prayers of Willard Spencer

Friday, December 11, 2015

Funny quotes and Serious quotes

-Pastor, glaring at the worship leader: "Please disregard the music director's admonition to 'clap your hands, stomp your feet, and boogie till you drop' during the next hymn." Cartoonist Ed Koehler
-From the pulpit: "Will those of you who know my sermon illustrations by heart please refrain from repeating them with me out loud." Cartoonist Steve Phelps

Winter thoughts


The hills are somber in gray. Sparse morning light collects in drops on the windows. No "bright shoots of morningtime," no radiance breaking over the hills. They are silent and wrapped in waiting. A little wind comes along and cat paws across the puddles. No songs are sung. The shank of winter is an old gray dog gnawing on a bone. "Be with us, Blessed One, in all our mornings. When the world is gloomy, start your hearth fire in the places of heart and mind's discontent. Stir the ashes of cold faith. Strike the stone, spark leaping, laughing into spirit flame, and we'll offer our little lights on Your altar, Holy One. No shadow hides Your sun. From the writings of Bill Spencer