Monday

Daily Bread

From Today's Office
O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
Psalm 63:1
Meditation
The smiles of earth that turn to tears,
Its empty joys and foolish fears
I leave, for Thou dost call—
Thou art my Life, my All.
Adapted from the poetry of METHODIUS, 9th century AD
—Sarah Arthur, At the Still Point, Paraclete Press
Prayer of the Day

Again today, Jesus, I read of the eagerness of so many people rushing about to gather crowds of sick people so that you could heal them. As I bring sick people to you in prayer, increase my expectation that you can touch them and make them whole. Amen.

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