Turning to Prayer

In the midst of the Covid-19 World Crisis, we are encouraged by the rush of peoples everywhere to seek God's place of refuge and peace.  Creation has always run to places of protection in difficult times - whether it be a higher hill during floods; the thick, reinforced walls of protection from bombs; the foot of a church cross when sin has stolen one's peace; the ER of a hospital when there is threat of organs failing or of intense pain requiring the intervention of medical science.  And we run to the mercy place of humility when we have offended a mate so severely that the bond might stretch beyond the resilience of the binding cords.

How humbling this thing we cannot seem to control...but how sweet the honest, innocent desire that there is someone - out there- who might 'fix' us; understand us; have compassion on our circumstance...and even DO Something when we can no more do for ourselve.

We've all been there.  Haven't we?

And now we find ourselves at the mercy of a culture where bats and rats and raw bloody meats are sold in the open air and even little animals we would choose as our house pets are slaughtered in the dirtiness of ignorance.  Ignorance of hyiegene learned by the rest of the world in the centuries before ours.  

How can this ignorance bring an entire world to it's knees?  Where did those multitudes miss the common world knowledge and practice of food hygiene and safety?  

I'm sure there are many to blame...we love to lay blame somewhere when we have no answers and seemingly no solutions to deep challenges.  It releases us in some way from part of the fear and dread...after all, if someone else is to blame...they can fix it too.

Just as the reports of our highest and mightiest scientiests bring comfort to us in daily updates....we believe someone IS going to do something about our misery and fear and dread.  We know they will...believing in the goodness and expertise of others when we are impotent brings hope to our hearts.  And we change our focus from fear to the hope of a future.

And so, I think of our Heavenly Father's complete control of our world - which HE alone created - and I find a need to bow to his majesty and his love for us, his children....He even loves the dirtied hands and ignorance in that far-away filthy open market.

The idea of asking for healing has been on all our minds for weeks now.  And tonight, it was heavier than usual on my heart.  I offer this prayer for healing...joining many of you who pray more  eloquently and with greater faith than mine.  But all the same, I pray:

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Father-God, Creator of all within and without me, I offer this word to you for my friends, family, and myself...and for those I do not even know.  As we are brought together now as a world-wide gathering of humans equally in need of YOU.  How quickly, Father, we are made equals...there is no status in the waiting rooms of shelters and hospitals and bended knees of doubters and believers.  Never are we more connected than at times like this.

And Father, knowing of your infinite power, I believe that there is nothing you cannot do.  And we truly need you to do the unknowable, unbelievable acts of healing now as you did with the parting of a sea and the resurrection of a man from death and the instant healing of another's smitten ear.  So I ask this evening for miracles everywhere from continent to continent and that we be permitted to know of at least a few of them.

Father, please heal the bodies of the victims of CoronaVirus.  Cover their loved ones with trust in the outcome you allow.  Bring strength and stamina to those who care for them in clinics and hospitals...those who deliver them in ambulances...those who change their beds and mop their floors and administer medications. 

Give peace to little children who are old enough not to understand, but aware enough to be afraid.  Instill patient love in the hearts and in the hands of parents who are cooped up with little ones who will grow weary of staying home and missing their friends.

Father, I ask for healings of all things we need...especially those things that would bring economic threat to hardworking people all over this world of yours.  I believe with all my heart that you can keep automobiles running, gas stations filled with reserves of fuel, houses we live in protected from brokenness and the invasion of pestilence in the coming spring weather.  Thank you for keeping our waterways running and full and thank you for day and night that we might continue to have the routines of daily life.  Thank you for the flowers and blooming trees that bring hope of newness and revival.

To you, our Father, be all glory and praise for this time of healing and renewal.  May we, your people, enjoy an Easter unlike any other in our lives...may your spirit be heavy upon us as with the tongues of fire on the shoulders of the early Christians on Pentecost.  Fill us, use us, save us.  Forgive us and forgive those who might have spared our world this overwhelming experience.

Thank you for grace and for flowing your love through us to overflow upon others.  Thank you for the ones who pour love into my life because of their faith in you.

We bow to our circumstance Father, but at the same time, after periods of time before your throne, we rise up to live in hope for the future you have planned for us.

May we fall asleep tonight in the peace of your love.

Amen and amen, in Jesus

 

03/24/2020

 

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Lilian

07.05.2020 16:50

Amen and Amen.

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09.01 | 14:49

You are beautiful Linda. I hope I can be as strong as you when I need to be. I sure do miss talking to Joe. So does Marilyn. He was a good man. Take care of yourself.

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So glad to be hearing from you again. I think of you often.

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