I’m sure I’m not the only one who incorporates a line or two from Psalm 80 into his daily prayers: ’cause we don’t get turned unless God in His saving grace turns us.
You will surely agree that our whole country needs to turn to God.
Let’s welcome Linda back by posting and playing this hymn she has requested, In Christ Alone–a beautiful rendition of it, but I don’t know whose it is.
Linda’s back from the hospital but still has a hard climb ahead of her, medically: we need to keep her in our prayers, big-time.
O Lord our God! All healing comes from you. Shed your grace on our sister Linda Sorci, and her husband Michael, and deliver her out of danger. Please, Lord–in Jesus’ name, Amen.
We heard from Linda Sorci last night: she’s home from the hospital, so we know the Lord has heard our prayers. She’s not out of the woods, but she is out of the hospital. We might be hearing from her later today. And that’s all the details I can give you, so far.
We thank you, Father, for your mercy. Our fellowship is small: we crave your protection. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Please, everybody, join me in prayer for our comrade-in-arms, Linda, who has just had to take herself to the hospital emergency room with breathing issues. Some of us are well-acquainted with those, and wish we weren’t.
O Father in Heaven, in Jesus’ name, deliver our sister, Linda, out of danger and restore her to our fellowship. We are yours, O God: we look to you for shelter, for comfort, and for help. Please, Father, bless Linda and heal her: we ask it in Jesus’ name, Amen.
The Lord did not see fit to grant our prayers for him: Ray, my brother-in-law, has died. We just got the phone call a few minutes ago. He died in hospice after a very long illness. It would be improper for me to say more.
We prayed very hard for him. I know some of you did. Thank you.
I don’t know why God said no. I can only trust in His wisdom and His love.
My brother-in-law, Ray, was taken to the hospital yesterday, where he is expected to die. I’ve been praying for him, and so have some of you, but it doesn’t look like God will grant those prayers. But until all is lost, I’ll keep asking. There is nothing too hard for the Lord. Please join me in prayer.
O Lord our God, in Jesus’ name, I pray you to deliver my brother-in-law from death, give him back his life, and restore him to us. If you will, you can make him whole. I ask it in Jesus’ name, Amen.
Please, everybody, join me in prayer for my brother-in-law, Ray. He is in very desperate straits and likely to die. I am not free to provide more details.
Please, Lord! Please save this man, restore him to us, save his life. Please, Father, make a miracle: because that’s what it will take. Please, Father, have mercy on us and spare us this loss. Please, Father, heal him. You’re the only one who can. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Patty and I seem to be running out of family.
You’ll pardon me for indulging in one of my very favorite hymns–Light of the World, by Charles Wesley, sung by Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band. My path needs some light right now, and I don’t mean maybe.
Please pray for me! Again, I’m not free to give details, but I have more than one family member in grave danger, health-wise, and my livelihood suddenly seems to be on thin ice. And that’s all I want even to mention. Plenty to keep me wide-awake all night.
Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me. O Son of God have mercy on me, and help me.
As distressed as I am by this development, I feel obliged to comment.
We elected Donald Trump to protect us from the corrupt predators of the Swamp in Washington, D.C. But yesterday they hogtied him and got him to sign their trillion-dollar spending bill. In it the bad guys got everything they want while we got nothing–no border wall, no relief from the Swamp’s incontinent and wicked spending. They also gave themselves another hefty pay raise; and having done all that, rushed out of town for their vacations.
I went outside. The sky’s still blue, the birds still sing, and God’s still here. By “here”I mean everywhere. He is not an absentee landlord, sunning himself on a beach in Antigua while his property just goes to pot.
Pray harder, sing louder.
O Lord our God, exercise your sovereignty, your glory: turn the Swamp’s rejoicing into tears and lamentations: intervene for our good, and save our country. Look past our sins and frustrate your enemies for your great Name’s sake, and for the sake of our rightful King, Jesus Christ, and in His name, Amen.
I haven’t formally been asked to make these prayer requests, and I know some of you have already delivered prayers to this cause: but I would like to round up more prayers, if I can, and I don’t think anyone will mind.
This is for Linda and Phoebe, of our small fellowship, and for a member of my family whom I’m not at liberty to name or describe. She’d kill me if I did.
O Lord Our God, our sisters in Christ, and fellowservants in His household, Linda and Phoebe, have fallen ill. Please be swift to help them, Lord: “Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.” Restore their health quickly, O Father in Heaven.
Father, you know who I mean by “a member of my family,” and you know what kind of help she needs. Please, Lord, protect her.
We pray in Jesus’ name, Amen.