Category: Daily Prayer

Good morning, Cornerstone friends and welcome guests! We begin today with verses from Psalm 143: I call to mind times long past; I think over all you have done. The wonders of your creation fill my mind. I thirst for you like a thirsty land. I lift my outspread hands to you. Lord, answer me soon;...

A reading from John’s first letter 11 For this is the message you heard from the beginning: we should love one another. … 14 We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love each other. Anyone who does not love remains in death. … 16 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ...

Trust in God’s Protection Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you. Psalm 9: 10 NIV® In the opening verse we are reminded of the importance of knowing who God is and trusting in Him. This does not mean that if we trust in God...

I am not here to pass judgement or point the finger at anyone. My name was written in the sand as one who is forgiven. Strengthened with hope, impervious to shame, I will walk freely like the freshness of the dry lands after rain. Let light spill out of heaven through my life, dispelling mediocrity and...

Good morning, Cornerstone people. Let us get ready to share some thoughts to set us up for the day. Firstly, I am sorry that those of you who cannot use the voice recording did not get a written script last week. It was all my fault. I am not brilliant using my computer and kept sending...

Living With Dementia By Annabel Sheila   She’s trapped inside the prison walls That used to be her mind. The woman that she used to be, Has long been left behind. There are times she’s quite alert, Her memory’s still intact. Then there are days when she disappears, And we know it’s not an act. No...

The Forgotten Mother By Ruby Latimer Edwards  A gray old woman sits all alone, Unloved, uncherished, and unknown. Sitting beside her broken door, Dreaming of days passed long ago, When children played about her knee Filling the air with childish glee, Tended by her with loving care, Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer. But now they...

I Still Matter by Pat A. Fleming  I’M STILL HERE My looks are nothing special, My face reveals my age, My body shows some wear and tear, And my energy’s not the same. Too often my memory fails me, And I lose things all the time. One minute I know what I plan to do, And...

Grammatical Error By Faiz Ahmad  A sky replaces the sky almost imperceptibly until we turn our heads around face-to-face with the unholy axe that chopped our seeing in two: the-world and a-world Good morning and welcome to Morning Prayer The night has passed, and the day lies open before us; let us pray with one heart...

Good evening, Cornerstone friends. How have you been feeling over the last few days? Are you appreciating having more time? Fed up with the change of routine and longing for life to be more normal? Finding that you are becoming less cautious? If you are like me, you’ve probably experienced all these feelings – and more....

Good morning, Cornerstone People and welcome to prayers for Friday morning, this first Friday in September. Have you noticed the turning season this week? The sun gets up later and goes to bed earlier. Approaching autumn, the time of change, can be unsettling, even sad. We inwardly mourn the loss of summer brightness giving in to...

A reading from Psalm 119 ה He 33 Teach me, Lord, the way of your decrees,   that I may follow it to the end. 34 Give me understanding, so that I may keep your law   and obey it with all my heart. 35 Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight. 36 Turn my heart...

The Value of Self Discipline My son, do not despise the Lord’s discipline, and do not resent his rebuke, because the Lord disciplines those he loves, as a father the son he delights in. Proverbs 3: 11–12 NIV® Today’s culture is obsessed with entertainment, sports, materialism and emotional gratification. In fact, those excessive preoccupations have become...

Memory, Flooding Back  By Jeremy Michael Clark  The river’s rise out of itself began in the west, the lowest part of the city. Its first breach of the bank: subtle, just a thin film of water over the land, like a hand coaxes a child to sleep. Within hours, it reached our homes. When the water...