Monday, third week of Lent
My soul is longing and yearning for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh cry out to the living God.
May Your unfailing compassion, O Lord,
cleanse and protect Your Church,
and, since without You She cannot stand secure,
may She be always governed by Your grace.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son,
who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, forever and ever. Amen.
2 Kings 5:1-15 (Elisha cures Naaman the leper)
Psalm 42:2, 3, 43: 3, 4 “My soul is thirsting for the living God; when shall I see him face to face?”
+Luke 4:24-30 (Jesus is rejected in His hometown)
I’d love to meet that little girl
(for little girl she was)
who had such confidence in God
that even in the trauma
and of slavery
could talk her mighty master
into risking everything
(including wounded dignity!)
to be the only one
Elisha cured of leprosy.
It wasn’t that this dread disease
was alien to Israel,
but none of them had faith
to beg a cure
they were so sure
that nothing good could come
Do I let familiarity breed contempt
or am I open to God working mighty deeds through the people and/or things that don’t impress me?