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KATIE - Journey of a Tea Leaf (aka: story of my life)

Monday, July 26th, 2010

The picture here shows a bundle of “flowering” tea leaves. Tea is a term we use loosely to refer to any aromatic beverage made by steeping dried botanicals, but the long journey of real tea starts as the seed from a tropical evergreen called the Chinese Camilla. First, it is planted in a hot climate, at high elevation, in acidic soil. For a time, it’s given plenty of nutrients and rain. As it matures, it’s not allowed to grow into a tree, instead it’s cultivated and pruned so that it stays a manageable height. Then, just the top couple inches of leaves are plucked, and processed in a variety of ways that may include withering, drying, heating, crushing, bruising, breaking and oxidizing. Later, the leaves may be scented with Jasmine, flavored with fruit infusions, or blended to achieve particular characteristics. Then, it may be left loose or bound, bagged, boxed, and stored where it may be a long time before they get used. Finally, scalding hot water is poured over it and left to sit a while, leaving the tea to ponder all that it used to be and wonder, how exactly did I get here?

My journey has also been an interesting one. I was born in Hollywood, CA when my mom was young and unmarried. She claims she knew right away that I was going to be one of the most wonderful people on the planet. At the time, my biological father was not ready for all that, so my mom and I lived with my grandmother.

Before I can remember, my mom moved out to get a job in LA and my grandmother and I moved to Ventura (couple hours north.) I was sent to a Catholic school because my grandmother was raised Catholic, though she seemed more committed to my getting a good education, than to the faith itself. My mom got married when I was 7 and had my sister Lillee right away. Since they were both working and juggling childcare, I stayed with my grandmother, visited the parents on some weekends, and all 4 of my moms sisters helped with raising me. In many ways, I flourished.

When I was 11, my world changed. Though they said the choice was mine, I was essentially plucked out of the world I knew and taken to a very hot, dry place. You see, my parents were given the opportunity to move with their company to Phoenix, AZ and wanted me to come with them. I was excited for a new adventure and the thought of having a traditional, nuclear family appealed to me, but life was very different. I suddenly had new house rules, a very strict father figure who is only 13 years older than me, and soon there were 3 little sisters to take responsibility for. Not only that, I was attending public school and we didn’t even go to church! Though I was free from many of the religious rigors I had felt weighed down by in Catholic school, I often felt crushed under the pressure to be the perfect child.

By the time I went to college, I had a nagging feeling that I was missing something spiritually. I got involved in Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship and met some great people that helped me investigate faith, but it took me a while to commit to it. I had a lot of doubts and questions. I also had this cute boyfriend who very wonderful and very agnostic, and he challenged and questioned my every step of faith. Eventually, my heart was changed by seeing God work miraculously in and through people who loved the poor and loved their enemies and trusted in things unseen. This led me to feel convicted not to marry someone who was not on the same page spiritually, so I dumped my boyfriend after 4.5 years. That left both our hearts feeling rather bruised and broken. Despite the emotional drama, I managed to graduate with honors in Environmental Engineering from Northern Arizona University. Later, he came to faith on his own terms and we’ve now been married for almost 11 years!

Early in our marriage, we followed his job out to Boston and joined a Vineyard church. I worked as an engineer for a while, but it was not a good fit for me so I left to work with a computer-training ministry to the underprivileged. Our faith and relationships were growing and fruitful.

After about 4 years, we moved to Chicago to live with my husband’s parents and save money. I must admit I have been blessed with fantastic in-laws and we loved the time that we spent with them. I worked as an accounting assisting with Northwestern University, which I could bike to from their house. We tried the mega-church thing for a while there and grew in our understanding of service and using our gifts for God.

After 2 years there, we followed my husband’s job out to Colorado and bought our first home. We now have two adorable girls and I get to stay home with them. We are also an integral part of this church community called The Refuge. We go to a multi-generational small group, plus I host a mom’s small group. I’m also part of a MOPS group where I’m on the steering team and participate in a Bible Study.

You’d think that with all this spiritual nourishment, I’d be growing and fruitful, but though these things address my needs for social involvement and personal validation, in all honesty I’m feeling really spiritually withered and I sometimes wonder, “how exactly did I get here?”

  • I used to spend hours doing inductive Bible studies, using a concordance and color-coding themes, now I’m lucky to complete a single chapter from a Bible study guide once a month
  • I used to have long, theological discussions with friends, now I occasionally read Bible stories to the kids
  • I used to practice intercessory prayer, now I rarely have the opportunity to pray out loud, and when I do, I often choose not to
  • I used to go on missions trips and feed the hungry, now I might make a dinner for a friend who just had a baby
  • I used to pray with my husband before we went to sleep, now we’re so exhausted we often don’t to anything before sleep
  • I used to keep a prayer journal, recording what God was doing in my life, now I have journals, scrapbooks, a blog and a facebook account, and none of them are up to date
  • In addition to all this spiritual dryness, I perpetually feel like I’m not a good enough mom, or wife, or friend, and I have no idea how I’ll ever have a career again

When I look at the flowering tea pictured here, I think about all that it has been through, and how it finally comes into its true purpose. It has turned plain water into an aromatic and delicious liquid with cardiovascular and antioxidant health benefits. I am reminded that it is my whole journey, not just my successes or failures, which make me who I am. I know that I am a treasured child of the most high God, and he has plans to use my life, my history, and my challenges to flavor and bless the world around me. I just need to allow myself to be used by him, to open myself up to trials and risks that may seems scalding at the time, but will cause me to bloom in ways I never expected. In this season of my life, I may feel as though my spiritual life has been shelved and I’m not living up to my potential; but I suspect that I’m not the only mother of young children that feels this way. And maybe the best way I can bless the world around me in this season is to let other people know that they’re not alone either.

2 Corinthians 4:8-10 (New International Version)
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in us (our body).

To watch a demonstration of flowering tea, check out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnH3EAES8_8&feature=related

STACY - Enough, already!

Monday, May 17th, 2010

So…um , I hear things.

Well, at least from a purely clinical perspective, I know that I am not schizophrenic, seeing as they are not “audible” voices. Also, I have unfortunately not had imaginary friends since I was a younger version of me.

But…. I still hear voices. Well, more accurately, one loud inner voice. My own. A meaner and way less content version of me.

Thankfully, my own positive self-talk is often loud enough to drown out the voice that robs me of joy and peace. However, when it doesn’t, it can be almost paralyzing. I hear that I am not at all alone in this phenomenon, and that others experience the self-imposed insecurity. The clincher is that these vindictive messages are often directed towards the most vulnerable places inside. Some would call this part of the psyche the “inner child”.

There are various arenas in which the concept of the inner child manifests, from basic psychology to codependency to comedic sitcoms to the 12 step movement. Each recognizes the theories from early childhood and how so any issues stem from negative residual memories of youth.

From my childhood, both from circumstances as temperament, I developed a fierce self-reliance and a strong inner world. For the most part, my independence serves me well.

The double-edged sword, however, it that while I rely on myself for approval, it often comes at the cost of much internal criticism. The core message for me, if I am not aware of my tendency towards self-doubt is “You are not (will never be) _________ enough.”

The truth is, I would never, ever, ever say any of the things that linger through my head about to any of the children I have in my life. In fact, I take every opportunity to speak positive esteem into their lives. I am leaning into the fact that it is as important to reiterate those affirmations to my own heart, and to yours.

I am also learning to give myself the same clear messages that I speak to others. Remembering that I, we, deserve the same care that healthy little ones receive. To a newborn baby, we don’t demand perfection, or set unrealistic standards of performance. So, really, at what point to we allow ourselves to feel enough, already?

The bottom line is that the voice that takes away confidence is really not worth listening to. At all.

In this season, I am growing deeper, and allowing myself to see more good, more wholeness, and more of a “settled” self. Let the beauty of this verse sink in, and may you delight in the beloved inner child within.

We pray that you’ll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul—not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. It is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that he has for us.

~ Colossians 1:9-10 The Message

PAUL - Real Resurrection Defies a Holiday

Monday, April 26th, 2010

I’ve never thought of Easter as a season so I’m a little unsure of what it means to intentionally celebrate resurrection for more than one Sunday… or Saturday for that matter.

I grew up with the idea that Easter was a date coming in the spring sometime and on that day I’d get out of bed and go downstairs and find a basket with a little bit of candy and some kind of Christian rock cassette or CD, most likely by Petra or Steven Curtis Chapman.

We didn’t spend much time with such non-holy things like easter-eggs, breakfast or conversation, we had a lot to do. Those “Sunday’s best” slate grey slacks weren’t going to wear themselves to say nothing of my new vest with the snappy jewel-toned paint brush strokes on it… Yes. We had church.

Easter at The Greeley Wesleyan Church meant that you would most likely see a “greatest-hits” medley of the latest Easter musical extravaganza. A passion play that had been performing for the last few nights in the sanctuary. Of course, the enormous handmade tomb was empty… well sort of empty, there was a bright stage light and fog machine inside to make it more dramatic. The crosses that were used in the play last night were now draped in a purple cloth and there were probably a few stray palm branches that had been missed by the janitor next to the piano.

The choir was the largest it would be all year and everyone looked really happy to sing. The music pastor was conducting a small orchestra on the floor as well as the choir in the loft. In between them were the cream-of-crop singers with microphones…and…solos! And Easter was all about the solos!

After the solos the pastor and his Easter tie would give a short message. (Short because everyone knew that the reason for the big turn out was because Easter was one of two holidays the “un-churched” came to church and we don’t want to scare them away with preaching…besides, we were the church with solos!) In so many words he would say, “Look! The tomb is empty! He is alive! So now you can have “victory” over your sin. Amen. Choir. Solo. Offering. Solo. Amen.

After the Christian Easter show, we’d drive to my grandparents house and gorge ourselves on all the pagan bunnies, Cadbury eggs and Peeps we could fit in our mouths. I don’t remember much about lunch or what we did while we were there (besides throw pennies at back porch step) but I remember that my brother and I never came home without a solid pound of chocolate in the shape of rabbit which usually stayed in our freezer most of the year.

Before long we were back in the car on our way back to Greeley. We went to bed soon after we got home because tomorrow was school or work. Tomorrow was not Easter and next Sunday was not Easter either, it was something like “God’s Play-book for your life” or “Unlikely heros of the Bible.” Not Easter.

To be honest, I’m glad that Easter was just a day and I’m not so sure I want to celebrate Easter… at least not this kind of Easter. Easter took to much work. Too much Spit and polish. This Easter says, “clean up and go to church. Act like you have “victory” over your addictions, your fear, your doubt, your  pain.” This Easter takes a short-cut to Sunday and avoids the pathos of Friday and the despair of Saturday. Sure we liked to Honor “Good Friday” and “Maundy Thursday” but we didn’t want to re-live it. Besides, we didn’t know how so what would be the point? Easter the way we did it tried to mask the thirst we had for real resurrection but only succeeded in making us more thirsty.

I think real resurrection defies a holiday. Holidays only make static something that is actually dynamic and living. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t pause and celebrate these wonderful realties that have given us our faith, but to confuse them with an event that is only present once a year is to deny it’s power.

I think real resurrection is a rhythm. It’s a rhythm that involves both death and life, not just life. You have listen, you have to watch… and then you start to see the valleys and peaks and hear the crescendos and the sudden rests. You watch and listen but more importantly you feel it. You feel the death and feel the life. This is a rhythm you must feel… and when you feel it you can only surrender to it, you can never force it.

Not only is it a rhythm, but resurrection is a force. It is a force that does not eliminate death but transforms it and redeems it to be the essential ingredient for life! It’s active and unstoppable. It’s working in you right now… maybe death and life are even happening simultaneously. Do you know what I mean? Can you feel it?

I know you can’t always recognize it because of how poorly misrepresented it has been but it is there. Right now it only looks like death but listen for a bit to the rhythm and feel the pull of God’s gravity. Surrender might not be as hard as you think… Then who knows, you may never want another Easter Extravaganza for the rest of your life.

breathe in the breath of God

Monday, September 7th, 2009

clouds and skythis past weekend at the refuge in honor of labor day we had an evening of spiritual reflections around the word “rest.” one of the stations was a place to focus on breath. breathing in the life and love of God and breathing out all that hinders. here’s the prayer, it’s from christine sine, who has some wonderful prayers on her site. give it a try over the course of this week. and may you find rest, the love & life of God filling your lungs.

Breathe in the Breath of God

Breathe out your cares and concerns

Breathe in the love of God

Breathe out your doubts and despairs

Breathe in the life of God

Breathe out your fears and frustrations

We sit quietly before the One who gives life and love to all creation,

We sit in awe of the One who formed us in our mother’s wombs

We sit at peace surrounded by the One who fills every fibre of our being

Breathe in the breath of God

Breathe out your tensions and turmoil

Breathe in the love of God

Breathe out your haste and hurry

Breathe in the life of God

Breathe out your work and worry

We sit quietly before the One who gives life and love to all creation,

We sit in awe of the One who formed us in our mother’s wombs

We sit at peace surrounded by the One who fills every fibre of our being

holy

Monday, June 15th, 2009

dishes in sink

as we continue our conversations with God and each other, we are reminded that prayer is integrated into our daily life.   and that our daily life is holy.  God at work.  sinking into the beauty, the ordinary, the simple, the complicated.  our real lives.

enjoy the words of this song by carrie newcomer, from her song, “holy as a day is spent.”  it’s also found in the book, finding our way again: the return of ancient practices by brian mclaren (p. 181-182) it sure seems like a wonderful prayer to reflect on this week:

holy is the dish and the drain
the soap and sink, and the cup and plate
and the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile
showerheads and good dry towels
and frying eggs sound like psalms
with bits of salt measured in my palm
it’s all part of a sacrament
as holy as a day is spent

holy is the busy street
and cars that boom with passion’s beat
and the check out girl, counting change
and the hands that shook my hands today
and hymns of geese fly overhead
and spread their wings like their parents did
blessed be the dog, that runs in her sleep

to chase some wild and elusive thing
holy is the familiar room
and quiet moments in the afternoon
and folding sheets like folding hands
to pray as only laundry can
i’m letting go of all my fear
like autumn leaves made of earth and air
for the summer came and the summer went
as holy as a day is spent

holy is the place i stand
to give whatever small good i can
and the empty page, and the open book
redemption everywhere i look
unknowingly we slow our pace
in the shade of unexpected grace
and with grateful smiles and sad lament
as holy as a day is spent

and morning light sings “providence”
as holy as a day is spent.

MIKE - choices

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009

in the early 70’s i worked in a very well to do neighborhood. the area around orchard and university boasted houses that, today, would sell for millions of dollars. many ceo’s, business owners and even a few denver broncos  resided there and could well afford the lavish lifestyle. but there was another group of people who call this neighborhood home, though they live in the somewhat cheaper homes (the $500,000 ones). they could barely afford the house, but nothing else. no drapes and some rooms had no furniture, at all. to me, this seemed sorta stupid. why not buy a cheaper house that could be easily furnished and enjoyed?

but i’ve begun to realize, that before i cast judgment on others, i need to examine how i do things, too.

can you see yourself in the following scenario? heading home from the airport after a fantastic vacation or cruise, in a fancy car that has all the bells and whistles and an engine bigger that you will ever need. playing your state of the art sound system, for the world to hear, as you go turn into the drive thru of your favorite starbucks and order your favorite shot of liquid caffeine you stop at the mail box and pick up a handful of bills and a pile of magazines. when you step into your humble abode you turn on the computer to check your e-mail or facebook. after checking the answering machine, on your land line, for messages you might not have received on your cell phone you proceed to the fridge, you grab a beer or diet pepsi and a bag of chips or bowl of ice cream. plopping down in front of your high def plasma tv, you grab the remote and begin surfing though all the channels that are available with your cable package, while you light up a cigarette or a joint. after finding nothing to watch you click on the pay per view menu and watch some championship boxing or maybe an x rated movie.

but your mind wonders, as you look at the pile of bills and wonder why you don’t have money for food, rent or that prescription drug, you so badly need.  bemoaning the fact that God, the rich man, the system or just plain luck has, somehow, screwed you over. if you just had more money, you think, life would be fine.

if you can see yourself in some or all of this scenarios you may want to stop reading right now. because this blog will probably annoy you or even piss you off. my hope is that it might convict you to the foolishness of your thinking. you see, except for the hd tv and the cable tv (2 things i’m not personally into), i have lived my life in all of these situation, at on time or another.

life is about choices. we are all slaves to our choices. and each choice comes with a result that is called a consequence. good choices produce good results while poor ones have bad consequences. some very harsh ones. i’ve always found a way to fund my addictions, but not always enough to pay my bills. anyone who has ever been in any sort of recovery program has heard: “doing the same thing over and over the same way and expecting a different result is insane” money is finite. each of us has a certain amount. some more. some less. but the fact remains that each of us have a certain amount of money to live on. if the money coming in is $100 and the amount going out is $101, we are going to have a problem. it’s called debt.

a few weeks ago karl tackled the topic of money, in church. kudos to you karl, for having the guts to take on this hard subject. it’s goal was not to guilt or shame people into giving 10% to the local church, using malachi as a spring board. this series was to help us realize that money can be a tool that we can use to help others as God is calling us to be generous. no pledge card. no giving envelopes. just between us and God. at the refuge we are ready to help with food or gas cards or other tangible gifts when folks find themselves in unusual positions of need. but we are trying to talk a proactive role in helping friends find permanent solutions to ongoing financial problems. there is an a old saying that goes like this: “give a man a fish and he eats for a day. teach him to fish and her eats foever”. the way we learn to fish is to make a budget. a budget, is simply a plan for spending less than what we make. karl is always available to help anyone that is interested in using this tool. in the example above i, like many other, believe that i need things that are really only wants.

i have a grandson who will say i need some candy. i need that toy. i need that game. he has confused what he wants with what he needs. brody is only four years old, but he thinks like many of us still think. the bible say we need food and clothes. i’m pretty sure we can all afford that. in 1 timothy 6:8 paul says: “so if we have enough food and clotheing, let us be content”. God doesn’t say we need a place to live (Jesus didn’t have one), by i’ll be more benevelont than God and allow that we need a place to stay. but we don’t need to go on vacation, drive any car(fancy or not). drink a fancy starbucks drink or any coffee, for that matter. the internet, tv (cable or not, hd or not), cell phones and pay perview are all wants. likewise, we don’t need soda, beer, chips, cigarettes, joints, porn etc to live.

40 years ago, i was going on a vacation, with a friend. we were out of college and wanted to go to  the west coast. we had been there before, but had always driven. this time we wanted to fly. the problem was that we would need a car, while we were there. we had the money for the plane ticket, the car and the vacation. the was one problem, though. in order to get a rental car we needed a credit card. neither of us had or wanted one. i chose to get one and pay it off as soon as the bill came it. that was 40 years ago and that card has never had a zero balance. it still doesn’t. i shudder to think how many thousands of dollars of interest i’ve paid to my visa company. i know it’s enough to buy the new car i’d like to get.the one with the bells and whistles. credit card=bad choice. i bought a house 34 years ago, so you would think it was paid off by now. well, it was once, but then came the choice to borrow a little against it. a few weeks ago , i tried to borrow $2000 money to carpet my home. i didn’t qualify. not because i didn’t have enough net worth,  but because sometimes i don’t pay my bills on time and because i have made the mistake of co-signing for family and friends and now my credit sucks. poor choices. recently i sat down with karl and can up with a plan to get my finances in order. it involves the dreaded budget, but for the first time in many, many years i feel i have the ability to get my expenses to be less that my income. and this gives me peace. but it will be all about making the right CHOICES. lol.

KATHY - hope is dangerous

Monday, January 12th, 2009

hope is dangeroushope. it can mean all kinds of things for different people, but i think it mainly implies “expectation.” a possibility that maybe things could be different, that there’s more to this life than just what we see, that there’s something better ahead. many of us, for all kinds of reasons, are afraid to hope. we have seen many of our dreams dashed. jobs lost. relationships crumbled. addictions destroy. God-not-delivering-the-goods-the-way-we-had-hoped. so we hunker down our hearts and do whatever we can to protect it against believing that good is really possible—again, or maybe for the first time. we settle for loneliness. we settle for disconnectedness. we settle for going-through-the-motions. the thought of something more hurts too much. what if we make ourselves vulnerable and hurt again? what if we try and they all get dashed anyway? what if we risk and lose again? the “what if’s” mount, hope gets held at bay, and we miss out on the thing that Jesus kept pointing to over and over and over again—life now. love now. hope now.

and it remains utterly consistent that pretty much everything Jesus calls us to is quite dangerous. so why would hope be different? hope will require a risk. it will require sacrifice. it will require working against our reflexes to run, hide, self-protect, self-medicate. it will require believing in what it unseen. it will mean we will hurt. it will mean we will be afraid. it will mean taking steps on a path we are unfamiliar with.

it will require us letting God’s spirit move in a way in our hearts that is mysterious and scary and maybe unfamiliar. so how do we get over our fear of hope’s dangerous-ness?

here are just a few thoughts:

admit what we’re really afraid of. is it being afraid to fail? are you afraid of your heart hurting? are you afraid that you’ll just end up mad at God again? what is it that freaks you out about hope? real relationship requires honesty.

seek courage in the small steps. we sometimes have such a high expectation of ourselves, that we’re supposed to somehow “take the hill” tomorrow, having conquered all that holds us back. that usually just leads to failure & shame & anger toward ourselves for our lack of faith and courage. small steps keep hope alive, especially when we celebrate them together in community.

expect it to hurt. hope’s gonna hurt. it’s supposed to. it means we are still really alive. Jesus made very clear that following him would mean pain. hardened hearts do not hurt. but soft open hopeful ones are sure to. i think we need to get better at bracing ourselves for hope to hurt.
recognize that hope in circumstances is not the same as hope in God. over and over in the scriptures the psalmists cry out “we hope in YOU, God…our hope is not in the world, but in YOU.” it is so easy to rest our hope in outcomes, tangibles, things-the-way-we-want-them-to-turn-out. this is why real hope is so dangerous, because it means accepting somehow that things may not be how we had hoped but that our hope in God mysteriously supersedes circumstances.

strain to see God, feel God, hear God wherever you can. i really think we get so blinded by our pain, our fear, our busyness, our self-centeredness that it becomes difficult to experience God’s spirit moving, revealing, challenging, strengthening, encouraging, pushing. especially when hope is waning and our anger or ambivalence is getting the best of us, we will need to strain to see him in small wacky ways that might normally be missed. in the eyes of a friend. in a word of encouragement. in a song. in the mountains. in a crisis. in a scripture. in where-ever-we-feel-a-flicker-in-our-heart-that-reminds-us-God-is-with-us.
yeah, hope is dangerous. i am afraid of it, too, but i sense God nudging me in all kinds of ways to let him fan more and more of it into flame. to risk my pride, my heart, my safety on hope’s behalf. i love romans 15:13 in the message:

Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!

this month, as we focus on hope as a community, i pray that we will be people willing to open ourselves up to its dangers. to risk on its behalf. to take steps toward life that scare us. to let God’s spirit move in ways that make our hearts come painfully alive. to let hope propel us to love.

a thanksgiving reflection

Monday, November 24th, 2008

autumn leafa thanksgiving reflection to consider this week:

O God, when I have food,
help me to remember the hungry;

When I have work,
help me to remember the jobless;
When I have a home,
help me to remember those who have no home at all;
When I am without pain,
help me to remember those who suffer,
And remembering,
help me to destroy my complacency;
bestir my compassion,
and be concerned enough to help;
By word and deed,
those who cry out for what we take for granted.
Amen.

- Samuel F. Pugh

The Refuge - the beatitudes

Monday, October 20th, 2008

stained glass jesus with arms outthe journey through the beatitudes at our sunday evening gatherings has been rich and challenging in all kinds of ways. this week, share some specific way your ideas and heart have been touched by the discussion so far.

 

 

 

 

You said…

Monday, October 6th, 2008

jesus windowas we continue our series on the beatitudes, may this prayer from this is church.com guide our week:

Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” keep us from being preocuppied with money and worldly goods, and with trying to increase them at the expense of justice.

Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth.” help us not to be ruthless with one another, and to eliminate the discord and violence that exists in the world around us.

Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” let us not be impatient under our own burdens and unconcerned about the burdens of others.

Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice, for they shall be filled.” make us thirst for you, the fountain of all holiness, and actively spread your influence in our private lives and in society.

Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.” grant that we may be quick to forgive and slow to condemn.

Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are the clean of heart, for they shall see God.” free us from our senses and our evil desires, and fix our eyes on you. 


Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.” Aid us to make peace in our families, in our country, and in the world.

Lord Jesus, you said, “blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of justice, for the kingdom of heaven in theirs.” make us willing to suffer for the sake of right rather than to practice injustice; and do not let us discriminate against our neighbors and oppress and persecute them.

Amen.