Category: Daily Prayer

Be Still ‘Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.’ The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Psalm 46: 10–11 NIV® I don’t know how you are feeling this morning; many are feeling frazzled, anxious, fearful...

Let everything that has life, let everything that has breath give all the glory and honour and praise to the One who overcame death. Let every living thing sing of the mercies of our God. Let us exalt Him wherever we live with thanksgiving and joy in our hearts. If we don’t praise Him, the mountains...

Good morning friends, we have the gift if this new day. Before it is too far gone let us spend some time with readings and some prayer. Faithful Lord, whose steadfast love never ceases and whose mercies never come to an end, grant us grace to trust you and to receive your gift of love, new...

To be nothing Is to consent to being a simple creature. This is the place of encounter with “I AM that I Am.” When there is no more “me, myself, or mine,” Only “I AM” remains. Then the “I” may fall away, Leaving just the AM. . . .  Thomas Keating, “Out of Nothing” Good evening and...

If you must be heard, let it be like the babbling brook, laughing over the rocks. If you must be seen, let it be like sunlight giving warmth and comfort to all. If you must be acknowledged, let it be as the eyes behold the skies in all their glory. If you must lead, let it...

Go peaceful in gentleness through the violence of these days. Give freely. Show tenderness in all your ways. Through darkness, in troubled times let holiness be your aim. Seek wisdom. Let faithfulness burn like a flame. God speed you! God lead you, and keep you wrapped around His heart! May you be known by love. Be...

Our New Earth Awakening By Delores Wiltse There is a new earth awakening, and I am there For all “my little” secrets will be laid to bare I am watching my thoughts and feeling my pain Until I go through it there will be no gain To stand in presence NOW is all there is to...

This evening, I’d like to begin with a verse of a hymn which seems particularly relevant to our present situation. Hope is a candle once lit by the prophets Never consumed though it burns through the years Dim in the daylight of power and privilege When they are gone hope will shine on. Do you ever...

An Invitation to Hope It seems to have been a week full of mis-communication: assorted politicians have spent much time and effort shouting across great chasms at each other without shedding much light on how we are to increase our chances of helping communities back into health. If I were to try and describe real communication...

A reading from Psalm 90 1 Lord, you have been our dwelling-place throughout all generations. 2 Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. 3 You turn people back to dust, saying, ‘Return to dust, you mortals.’ 4 A thousand years in your sight are like a day...

Inspiring Christians history forgot ‘So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.’ Matthew 7: 12 NIV® Vocab Malone, a Christian apologist, has written about the lives of eight black Christians whose achievements have been largely ignored, but whose faith, fervour and...

The Secret Embrace By Fr Thomas Keating © Before being born into the world of time, The silence of pre-existence was all absorbing. The transition from eternity to time Is full of sufferings, fears, and little deaths. But, in the transition from death To eternal life, The silence of pre-existence Bursts into boundless joy. All that...

Good morning, good Cornerstone people. It is St Luke’s tide, and we often get a spell of warm weather at this time of year, but not, it seems, in 2020. It is going to be a cool and wet day, so before we do battle with the elements let us have a time to look at scriptures...

GLIMPSE by Chase Twichell © It was as if a window suddenly blew open and the sky outside the mind came flooding in. My childhood shriveled to a close, thread of smoke that rose and touched a cloud — or the cloud’s replica adrift on the slow river of thinking — and disappeared inside it. In...