Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Morning Hymns Part 2

 


Tuesdays are not always the easiest day of the week in my book. The enthusiasm or the “new car smell” of this week has worn off. Tuesday feels betwixt and between. I have not yet reached the halfway point. There are sometimes unresolved issues from Monday that crowd into Tuesday. Tuesday can sometimes feel like Sisyphean rolling a boulder up a hill repeatedly for eternity.
So, I turn to the hymn this day, “When Morning Gilds the Skies.” On the surface, the title sounds so pleasant and pleasing. Ah, what a beautiful day. But lean in and listen to the first verse:
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Alike at work and prayer
To Jesus I repair;
May Jesus Christ be praised!
What sticks and stands out to me are the words: “Cries,” at the end of the second line and “Repair” at the end of the fifth line. I wonder what cries out within you? I wonder want needs to be repaired in your life after yesterday? What words leap and land in your heart and soul this morning from the verse above?
Let us continue to be in the spirit of prayer today:
God of this day I pray for You to be in all that is unresolved and unsettled. Help me released to You. God who is with us in the messy middle of moments when we are unsure of where to go and what to do. God who is with us in the courage to take the next step, even when it is sideways or backways or no-way, be with us this day in all-ways. Meet us in the joys of this day. In a cup of coffee, tea, or water that refreshes our dry mouths like Your love refreshes our souls. In conversations that awaken new ideas, especially ones that challenge our confirmation biases, stretching us toward Your wisdom which is always beyond us. In quiet times when our soul can catch up with us. Meet us this Tuesdays in all that awaits us helping us remember You are with us. Amen.

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