Book of Daily Prayer (81-85)

81. PRAYER FOR A SENSE OF HUMOR

 

It was pretty funny Lord I have to admit. But does the laughter always have to be at my expense? I'm not the only one who uses the wrong word or gets caught in an absurd situation. I turn out to be the butt of everyone else's joke    more so lately. Or does it only seem that way? Am I getting too touchy too quick to defend myself against anything that would make me well, like the rest of humanity, I guess. Next time, help me to see the humor in the situation and not imagine that people's merriment is prompted by unkindness. After all, I am a bit foolish at times and I suppose I had it coming.

 

82. DO NOT FEAR BUT BE AT PEACE

Do not fear what may happen tomorrow.

The same loving Father who cares for you today, will care for you tomorrow and every day.

Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it.

Be at peace, then, and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginings.

83. PRAYER FOR WORLD VISION

 

When I turn off the 11 o'clock news I glance at my watch and yawn, and it's off to bed. Nothing wrong with that. But what of those babies crying motherless outside the Vietnamese village? The vacant stare of the Appalachian coal miner with only memories of a job? The men and women in the sweatshops of Hong Kong the prison camps of Siberia the resettlement areas of South Africa the prisons of Brazil they are all part of my family. How will they sleep tonight? Let me use what little voice and power I have to speak and act on their behalf. For we have but one world, Lord or none at all.

 

84.FOR PEACE

From the deserts of Sinai to the swamps of Indo China men give their lips to peace and their hands to war. Nothing proves man's radical wound and reed for Your Presence like brother against brother. Peace, like her sister Justice requires the vision, discipline and love that only You can give. Give. This time may we be ready.

 

85. FOR THE POOR AND HUNGRY

Father it's easy to forget the poor, the hungry, the cold, the sick. I have a warm coat, a comfortable home, running water, a nearby supermarket, a regular job. What I have is not mine without strings. But if I can only remember that the strings are lines of love it won't be so hard to share my time, my attention, my respect with those You love (as if You didn't love everybody!; And get back without seeking it a new appreciation of the dignity of those who suffer. Your blessings are not inert. If we let them they spring us into action.