Scripps Sunday #121

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 Dear Anna, 

I usually do not send Scripps Sundays when you are home for school breaks, but this one is so good and I want you to have it for the rest of your time before you go back to school as you try to savor this time... 

I read this prayer below from Ted Loder this morning and was moved to tears with gratitude at this wild and precious life we've been given. 

Grace Beyond Our Grasp

Holy God, the mystery of your infinite loftiness

is not greater than that of your imminent presence,

and we gather in awe of both and of you.

 

In this moment we thank you for lacing

eternity into time,

the longing for what lasts into our heart,

traces of your kingdom into the round of our days,

the assurance that you have made us for yourself

into the core of our souls.

 

We praise you for the joy that renews us

through the miracle of each other,

the wonder of children,

the sharing of bread,

the occasions of justice,

the healing of music,

the sprawl of sunsets,

the scatter of stars,

the anchoring of prayer,

the gift of Christ,

the summons of your Spirit

making us small but blest partners

in your ongoing creation.

 

For your grace beyond our grasp,

we praise you and ask

that you deepen our faith

and strengthen our faithfulness;

through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen


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