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Prayers
Dear Heavenly Father,
We are moved by the alarming news and crisis that our country is
facing. This, the greatest nation, founded in the belief that "In God We
Trust" & the "Land of the Free". Please have mercy on those suffering,
hurting and in fear, and give wisdom & strength to those who are assisting.
May the forces of evil be broken by your power and may we humble before
thee, our strength and refuge.
Give wisdom to all our President & our leaders and bring your
comforting peace through the power of your Holy Spirit. Help us here to reach
to those that have been affected by this tragedy.
In the name of our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus. AMEN
DO IT AGAIN, LORD by Max Lucado
Dear Lord,
We're still hoping we'll wake up. We're still hoping we'll open a sleepy
eye and think, "What a horrible dream."
But we won't, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes did
gouge towers. Flames did consume our fortress. People did perish. It was
no dream and, dear Father, we are sad.
There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no
longer heal. A church has lost her priest, a classroom is minus a teacher.
Cora ran a food pantry. Paige was a counselor and Dana, dearest Father,
Dana was only three years old. (Who held her in those final moments?)
We are sad, Father. For as the innocent are buried, our innocence is
buried as well. We thought we were safe. Perhaps we should have known
better. But we didn't.
And so we come to you. We don't ask you for help; we beg you for it. We
don't request it; we implore it. We know what you can do. We've read the
accounts. We've pondered the stories and now we plead, "Do it again, Lord.
Do it again."
Remember Joseph? You rescued him form the pit. You can do the same for us.
Do it again, Lord.
Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You protected their children from the angel
of death. We have children too, Lord. Do it again.
And Sarah? Remember her prayers? You heard them. Joshua? Remember his
fears? You inspired him. The women at the tomb? You resurrected their
hope. The doubts of Thomas? You took them away. Do it again, Lord. Do it again.
You changed Daniel from a captive into a king's counselor. you took Peter
the fisherman and made him Peter an apostle. Because of you, David went
from leading sheep to leading armies. Do it again, Lord, for we need
counselors today, Lord. We need apostles. We need leaders. Do it again,
dear Lord.
Most of all, do again what you did at Calvary. What we saw here last
Tuesday, you saw there that Friday. Innocence slaughtered. Goodness
murdered. Mothers weeping. Evil dancing. Just as the smoke eclipsed out
morning, so the darkness fell on your Son. Just as our towers were
shattered, the very Tower of Eternity was pierced.
And by dusk, heaven's sweetest song was silent, buried behind a rock.
But you did not waver, O Lord. You did not waver. After three days in a
dark hole, you rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and turned the
darkest Friday into the brightest Sunday. Do it again, Lord, Grant us a September
Easter.
We thank you, dear Father, for these hours of unity. Christians are
praying with Jews. Republicans are standing with Democrats. Skin colors have been
covered by the ash of burning buildings. We thank you for these hours of
unity.
And we thank you for these hours of prayer. The Enemy sought to bring us
to our knees and succeeded. He had no idea, however, that we would kneel
before you. And he has no idea what you can do.
Let your mercy be upon our President, Vice President, and their families.
Grant to those who lead us wisdom beyond their years and experience. Have
mercy upon the souls who have departed and the wounded who remain. Give us
grace that we might forgive and faith that we might believe.
And look kindly upon your church. For two thousand years you've used her
to heal a hurting world.
DO IT AGAIN LORD, DO IT AGAIN.
Through Christ,
Amen.
this was drawn by a 12 yr old
