Saturday, May 21, 2011

A Prayer for Saturday, May 21, 2011

“He…Came to His Own Town”

God, by your grace, by our choices, and through circumstances, we live where we live.

Sometimes—maybe often—we leave there for short or long times but we never leave completely and we always return.

Thank you for the familiarity of our place but don’t let that familiarity dull our sensitivities to the possibilities of the new and different that are present in it—particularly of the possibilities that reside in the people there, even in those with whom we are most familiar.

Thank you for home.

Help us to do your will—and thereby to do good—there.


“And after getting into a boat he crossed the sea and came to his own town.” (Matthew 9:1)

1 comment:

  1. u help me to remember many of the good times i had at home with g'pa and family that i had misplaced. peace, truth, and strength be unto u, michael....... thanks, ken