‘Our experience is that most of us are a bit high on ourselves, and the retelling of some of Jesus’s parables would help to get at our own lack of forgiveness…., or our own anger at grace when we want God to be “fair…“, or our pride in our own position in Christ as compared to the “bad guys”…’
–Gordon Fee and Douglas Stuart, How to read the Bible for all It’s Worth, 4th ed. (Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2014), p. 167
Everliving God, we rejoice today in the fellowship of thy blessed servant Brigid, and we give thee thanks for her life of devoted service. Inspire us with life and light, and give us perseverance to serve thee all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who with thee and the Holy Spirit liveth and reigneth, one God, world without end.
A nicely baroque St Brigid from the latter part 17th century: H. Brigitta van Kildare, by Theodor Matham (Rijksmuseum) pic.twitter.com/ewxqRAcZUO
— John McCafferty (@jdmccafferty) February 1, 2025
Lord, make me conscious of Thy holiness and majesty: teach me to know and do Thy will: pour into my heart such love towards Thee, that, loving Thee above all things, I may obtain Thy gracious promises; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
–Robert W. Rodenmayer, ed., The Pastor’s Prayerbook: Selected and arranged for various occasions (New York: Oxford University Press, 1960)
☕🌲🌤Guten Morgen 🌤🌲☕
— Brigitta Neurauter (@BrigittaNeurau2) February 1, 2025
Schönes Wochenende!❄☃️ pic.twitter.com/BA2YCYq3mK
“Hearken to me, you who pursue deliverance,
you who seek the Lord;
look to the rock from which you were hewn,
and to the quarry from which you were digged.
Look to Abraham your father
and to Sarah who bore you;
for when he was but one I called him,
and I blessed him and made him many.
For the Lord will comfort Zion;
he will comfort all her waste places,
and will make her wilderness like Eden,
her desert like the garden of the Lord;
joy and gladness will be found in her,
thanksgiving and the voice of song.
“Listen to me, my people,
and give ear to me, my nation;
for a law will go forth from me,
and my justice for a light to the peoples.
My deliverance draws near speedily,
my salvation has gone forth,
and my arms will rule the peoples;
the coastlands wait for me,
and for my arm they hope.
Lift up your eyes to the heavens,
and look at the earth beneath;
for the heavens will vanish like smoke,
the earth will wear out like a garment,
and they who dwell in it will die like gnats;
but my salvation will be for ever,
and my deliverance will never be ended.
“Hearken to me, you who know righteousness,
the people in whose heart is my law;
fear not the reproach of men,
and be not dismayed at their revilings.
For the moth will eat them up like a garment,
and the worm will eat them like wool;
but my deliverance will be for ever,
and my salvation to all generations.”
Isaiah 51:1-8
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— Lesley Cashell (@LesleyCashell) February 1, 2025