Reflections

A Harvest Prayer

On the day of the harvest the straw is set aside, the chaff is blown away by the wind, and the weeds are consigned to the flames. But the wheat, like sacks of gold, Is gathered into the barn. Lord, on the day of death, the harvest of my life will be poured out before you, wheat and chaff and weeds together. Let your wise

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Working for Christ

To do the work of Christ is really quiet simple. It means to be faithful in little things, For to be faithful in little things is a big thing. It means to do one’s task, no matter how humble, not only thoroughly but joyfully. It means to make oneself available, yet never seek the limelight. It means to makes oneself useful, without seeking to push

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Disturb us, O Lord

Disturb us, O Lord when we are too well pleased with ourselves; when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little; when we have arrived safely because we sailed too close to the shore. Stir us, O Lord, to dare more boldly, to venture more seas, where storms shall show your mastery, where losing sight of land we shall find the stars. In

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The power to heal

Each of us is capable of doing some healing, because we have eyes that can see, ears that can hear, tongues that can speak, hands that can touch, and above all a heart that can love. Lord, make us instruments of your healing power. Where there is hatred, let us sow love. Where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is

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Faith Tested

My faith is tested many times every day, and more times than I’d like to confess, I’m unable to keep the banner of faith aloft. If a promise is not kept, or if a secret is betrayed, or if I experience long-lasting pain, I begin to doubt God and God’s love. I fall into the chasm of disbelief and I cry out in despair. But

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The seed that grows by itself

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost my Lord. You have taken every moment of my life in your own hands. Hidden in the heart of things you are nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagining all work had ceased.

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