Tag Archives: Lent
Liturgy Letter Newsletter – Fourth Sunday in Lent 2018 (Year B)
Liturgy Letter Newsletter – Fourth Sunday in Lent 2018 (Year B)
He Gave His Son
Give thanks to the Lord (Psalm 107:1-3, 17-22), for the power of sin was broken on the cross (Numbers 21:4-9). For God so loved the world that he gave his Son (John 3:14-21); by his grace and mercy, we are saved (Ephesians 2:1-10).
-Thomas Oden, Ancient Christian Devotional
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Liturgy Letter Newsletter – Second Sunday in Lent 2018 (Year B)
Liturgy Letter Newsletter – Second Sunday in Lent 2018 (Year B)
A Faith Willing to Give Everything
-James Kirk, in When We Gather: A Book of Prayers for Worship
Liturgy Letter Newsletter – First Sunday in Lent 2018 (Year B)
Liturgy Letter Newsletter – First Sunday in Lent 2018 (Year B)
-Thomas Oden, Ancient Christian Devotional
The Liturgy Letter Newsletter – Holy Saturday 2017
Abide with Us: A Lutheran Prayer
Abide with us, O Lord,
for it is toward evening and the day is far spent;
abide with us, and with Thy whole Church.
Abide with us in the evening of the day, in the evening of life,
in the evening of the world.
Abide with us in Thy grace and mercy,
in holy Word and Sacrament,
in Thy comfort and Thy blessing.
Abide with us in the night of distress and fear,
in the night of doubt and temptation,
in the night of bitter death,
when these shall overtake us.
Abide with us and with all Thy faithful ones, O Lord,
in time and in eternity.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
— from The Lutheran Manual of Prayer
The Liturgy Letter Newsletter – Good Friday 2017
The Liturgy Letter Newsletter – Holy Week 2017 (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday)
“Haste to Me, Lord…” Poetry by George MacDonald
Haste to Me, Lord
Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving;
Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving,
Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine.
Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong;
Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine,
Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng.
Fair freshness of the God-breathed spirit air,
Pass through my soul, and make it strong to love;
Wither with gracious cold what demons dare
Shoot from my hell into my world above;
Let them drop down, like leaves the sun doth sear,
And flutter far into the inane and bare,
Leaving my middle-earth calm, wise, and clear.
-George Macdonald (1824-1905) “May 11&12” from A Book of Strife in the Form of the Diary of an Old Soul (1880)