If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again

How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream,
When memory recalls them now and then!
And with what rapture sweet my weary heart would beat,
If I could hear my mother pray again.
  • Refrain:
    If I could hear my mother pray again,
    If I could hear her tender voice as then!
    So glad I’d be, ’twould mean so much to me,
    If I could hear my mother pray again.

She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely,
And always walk the shining gospel way;
So trusting still His love, I seek that home above,
Where I shall meet my mother some glad day.
Within the old home-place her patient, smiling face
Was always spreading comfort, hope and cheer;
And when she used to sing to her eternal King,
It was the songs the angels loved to hear.
Her work on earth is done, the life-crown has been won,
And she will be at rest with Him above;
And some glad morning she, I know, will welcome me
To that eternal home of peace and love.

Lyrics by John Whitfield “Whit” Vaughan (1879-1945)

As Sung by Ben Harper & The Blind Boys of Alabama

A Prayer for People in Public Office

May Those generations whose faces we cannot yet see, whose names we may never know, say of us here that we led our beloved land into a new century with the American Dream alive for all her children; with the American promise of a more perfect union a reality for all her people; with America’s bright flame of freedom spreading throughout all the world. From the height of this place and the summit of this century, let us go forth. May God strengthen our hands for the good work ahead–and always, always, bless our America.

Bill Clinton, Second Inaugural address, January 20, 1997

Bill Clinton

Bill Clinton

Twenty-Third Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside still waters;
He restores my soul.
He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil;
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff–they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Psalms 23: 1-6

7 Days of Prayer

SUNDAY

A Heart Free From Pride

MONDAY

Prayer for Expressing Gratitude

TUESDAY

Prayer for Strength

WEDNESDAY

A Prayer for My Wife

THURSDAY

Prayer for a Worthy Family

FRIDAY

Praise to the Father

SATURDAY

The General Thanksgiving

Prayer for Strength

Heavenly Father,

In this time of need, strengthen me. You are my strength and my shield; You are my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

I know, Father, that Your eyes go to and fro throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts long for You. The body grows weary, but my hope is in You to renew my strength.

I do not fear, for You are with me.

I am not dismayed or overwhelmed, for You are my God.

I know You will strengthen me and help me; that You will uphold me with Your righteous hand. Even as the shadows of illness cover me, I feel the comfort of Your strength, Oh Lord.

Amen.

Sweet Science Or Carnal Cruelty?

I have been a fan of boxing for as long as I can remember. I think there is nothing more basic in sport then the idea of two people, evenly matched, with nothing but their will and desire, going face to face to determine who is better. I also treasure the time my grandfather spent with me watching the best matches of the 60’s and 70’s.

That being said, I am finding it more and more difficult to watch professional boxing. It makes me a little queasy, giving me that “something’s not right” feeling.

Professional boxers pound each other resulting in bloody faces, bruised bodies, and damaged vital organs. The long-term ill effects on their central nervous systems has been medically documented and proven — post concussion syndrome is a common thing when the goal is to concuss the opponent into submission.

According to the Journal of Combative Sport, 1,465 boxers have died in the ring — including Duk Koo Kim, whom I watched receive a relentless beating at the hands of Ray “Boom Boom” Mancini in 1982.

As a follower of the Prince of Peace, should I be tolerating, let alone cheering on, this needless cruelty?

That feeling in my stomach is telling me NO. I am not alone in this feeling: a leading Roman Catholic magazine has denounced boxing, calling the sport merciless, inhuman and in violation of church teachings.

Heavenly Father, God of peace,
Look with kindness upon your servant.
Abolish from my heart and mind,
Acts of violence and cruelty.

Instruct my mind and teach my heart anew,
Make me an instrument of your purpose.
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light and
where there is sadness, joy.

I ask this through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Slow Me Down Lord

Slow me down, Lord.

Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind. Steady my hurried pace.

Give me, amidst the day’s confusion, the calmness of the everlasting hills.

Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of singing streams that live in my memory.

Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep.

Teach me the art of taking “minute vacations”…slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to read a few lines from a good book.

Remind me of the fable of the hare and the tortoise; that the race is not always to the swift; that there is more to life than measuring its speed.

Let me look up at the branches of the towering oak and know that it grew slowly and well. Inspire me to send my own roots down deep into the soil of life’s endearing values…that I may grow toward the stars of my greater destiny.

Slow me down, Lord.

~~Wilfred Arlan Peterson