Prayers for the Tour - Saturday
Prayer for Meekness
Our culture defines meekness as weakness, deficient in spirit and courage, submissive, not a virtue to be desired. (What an oxymoron—something of virtue, but not to be desired.)
On the other hand Scripture defines meekness as
- gentleness and self-control (Galatians 5:23)
- completely humble and gentle; patient, bearing with one another in love (Ephesians 4:2)
- compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience (Colossians 3:12)
- gentleness—listed along with righteousness, godliness, faith, love, and endurance (1 Timothy 6:11)
- be peaceable and considerate, and always to be gentle toward everyone (Titus 3:2)
- humbly accept(ing) the word planted in you.
Let them (the wise and understanding among you) show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. (James 1:21, 3:13)
Sister Ruth prays for all of us:
Lord, do not allow my spirit to be vexed over the little, insignificant "foxes that spoil the vine." And do not allow me to be swept up into today's worldly ideologies or lack of them.
Lord, the world is so confused; the world is so angry and it is so easy to fall into that trend.
Please Lord, when others see me, may they only see you Jesus, reflected in my attitudes, in my conversation, in my facial expressions, and especially in those unguarded moments, when I may not realize that I am not showing your love.
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Sometimes it Just Seems to Be Too Much
it just seems to be too much:
too much violence, too much fear;
too much of demands and problems;
too much of broken dreams and broken lives;
too much of war and slums and dying;
too much of greed and squishy fatness
and the sounds of people
devouring each other
and the earth;
too much of stale routines and quarrels,
unpaid bills and dead ends;
too much of words lobbed in to explode
and leaving shredded hearts and lacerated souls;
too much of turned away backs and yellow silence,
red rage and the bitter taste of ashes in my mouth.
Sometimes the very air seems scorched
by threats and rejection and decay
until there is nothing
but to inhale pain
and exhale confusion.
Too much of darkness, Lord,
too much of cruelty
Too much, Lord,
Or is it too little,
too little of compassion,
too little of courage,
too little of music
make of me some nourishment
for these starved times,
some food for my brothers and sisters
who are hungry for gladness and hope,
that, being bread for them,
I may also be fed
and be full.
Guerrillas of Grace Prayers for the Battle