Merciful God, anoint me with your Holy Spirit.

And as I read your word, let me hear your voice speaking to me from within.

Give me wisdom to understand your message to me.

Let your word be the joy of my heart and the lamp to my feet.

Give me strength to build my life on your word.

Let it be done unto me according to your word.

May I rejoice in the blessedness of hearing your word and keeping it.

Speak Lord, your servant is listening…

Thank you Jesus… Praise you Lord

- – - written by Rinty Vincent

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Dear Father,

Thank you for sending your Son, Jesus to die for my sins.  I was a sinner and not worthy.

Thank you that as I confess my sins, you are faithful and just to forgive them, and that I am now considered righteous in your eyes. Since you have forgiven me, help me to forgive others who have wronged me, even as you taught us to pray in the Lord’s prayer.

Lord, we also ask you to forgive our national sins of racism, abortion, strife, hatred, pornography, adultery, lust, idolatry and our many other sins.

Be merciful to us. We realize we deserve judgement in our land for these sins.

However, we are asking that you send a revival among us so that we might turn from our wickedness and our land be spared.

Help me to do my part in changing this nation.  Although my life may only represent one drop of rain, there are many other Christians who are rain drops too.

Add each Christian’s life and their godly witness and influence to this sound of rain until Your love and Your Word covers this dry and thirsty earth.

In the precious name of Jesus I pray, Amen.

Lord, at times such as this,
when we realize that the ground beneath our feet
is not as solid as we had imagined,
we plead for your mercy.

As the things we have built crumble about us,
we know too well how small we truly are
on this ever-changing, ever-moving,
fragile planet we call home.
Yet you have promised never to forget us.

Do not forget us now.

Today, so many people are afraid.
They wait in fear of the next tremor.
They hear the cries of the injured amid the rubble.
They roam the streets in shock at what they see.
And they fill the dusty air with wails of grief
and the names of missing dead.

Comfort them, Lord, in this disaster.
Be their rock when the earth refuses to stand still,
and shelter them under your wings when homes no longer exist.

Embrace in your arms those who died so suddenly this day.
Console the hearts of those who mourn,
and ease the pain of bodies on the brink of death.

Pierce, too, our hearts with compassion,
we who watch from afar,
as the poorest on this side of the earth
find only misery upon misery.
Move us to act swiftly this day,
to give generously every day,
to work for justice always,
and to pray unceasingly for those without hope.

And once the shaking has ceased,
the images of destruction have stopped filling the news,
and our thoughts return to life’s daily rumblings,
let us not forget that we are all your children
and they, our brothers and sisters.
We are all the work of your hands.

For though the mountains leave their place
and the hills be tossed to the ground,
your love shall never leave us,
and your promise of peace will never be shaken.

Our help is in the name of the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
now and forever. Amen.