Communion Prayer for January 10, 2016.

Join me now in prayer.

Creator, the center of all existence,

Holy Spirit, our Companion while we live,
I treasure your love.

But the man in the upper room
Sharing bread and wine with his friends,

Chose to live as we do.

To pour as much of himself as he could
Into a human vessel.

Fully God, Fully human.

He gave himself to us

In the simplest necessities of life:

Food and drink,
So that we would remember him.

Jesus, Savior.

We remember you now.

Amen.

Communion Prayer January 11, 2015

Join me now in prayer.

Father, you are Creator of all existence

And the Holy Spirit is our Companion.

But at this time,

I choose to think of the man in the upper room

Who knowing suffering and death awaited 
Ate supper with his disciples,

Then commanded them
To do this in remembrance of Him.
Let us do likewise.
In Jesus name,
Amen.

Not the Missing Day

Jesus is dead.
That is what his disciples believe.
On this day,
The apostles are absent from the gospels
This missing day.
Their world is ashes.
Their grief is immense.
They fear for their lives.
They hide in the upper room.
Only the women dare to go out.
Jerusalem is strangely quiescent.

Pilate places a guard by the tomb.

This day the body lies undisturbed.
Tomorrow the disciples' world will come alive
But not today.
We must remember that missing day
When sorrow fills us,
When we are afraid,
When we hide from the world.
Those that knew our Savior best
Did not escape their human frailty,
Neither can we.
We know that with the morrow
Came relief and jubilation.
We have the risen Christ
Not the missing day.

Photo by hoyasmeg

The Missing Day

Jesus is dead,
That is what his disciples believe
On this day the apostles are absent from the gospels,
This missing day.
Their world is ashes.
Their grief is immense.
They fear for their lives.
They hide in the upper room.
Only the women dare to go out.
Jerusalem is strangely quiescent.
Tomorrow their world will come alive,
But not today.
We must remember that day
When sorrow fills us,
When we are afraid,
When we hide from the world.
Those that knew our Savior best
Did not escape their human frailty,
Neither can we.
We know that with the morrow
Came relief and jubilation.
We have the risen Christ,
Not the missing day.

Photo by The Wandering Angel