This Week's Prayers


(Meditation: Colossians 3:17)

God, on this Labor Day, I pray for those who work to provide all the things we enjoy. Bless those who work by the sweat of their brow, by the ideas of their mind, and by the services of their labor. Grant them rest when they are weary, and love when they feel unappreciated. Grant that their work may be fulfilling. God, in this time of recession, bless all those who have been laid-off or lost their job permanently. They never envisioned that their business or their life savings would be in jeopardy. Help this to remind us that all that we have, and all that we are, are in Your hands. In Jesus' name. Amen.


(Meditation: Romans 15:13)

God, when I am depressed I turn to You. And in You, I know that the power of sin is broken, and I know that you are still God, and I am not. I know that there IS hope, not because I am an optimist, but because You ARE! You know how it all ends, and it ends with You, eternally. I praise You, my God and my King. Through Jesus Christ, my Lord. Amen.


(Meditation: Ephesians 5:28-33)

Dear God, bless our marriage. Help us to renew our vows to love each other as husband and wife . . . to live together in the covenant of marriage . . . to comfort each other . . . to honor each other . . .to love each other in sickness and in health . . . and, forsaking all others, to be faithful as long as we both shall live. Through Jesus Christ our lord. Amen.


(Meditation: Psalm 38: 17-18)

God, I am a sinner. This sounds right, but generalities don't often convict. Help me to be specific. My sin of omission, which I confess now ___________, bothers me, and I know it bothers You. My sin of commission, which I confess now, ____________, is one You would have me stop. God, when I'm truthful, my list is specific, my need is great, and my strength is weak. Forgive my generalities. Help me be specific. In Jesus' name. Amen.


(Meditation: John 14: 1-4)

God, we are numbed by the riches of choice. We have many luxuries, big homes, and many options, but, inside, we hurt more than ever. Our sense of well-being keeps declining. Our "happiness quotient" has fallen for the past 30 years. More people than ever are clinically depressed. Our prosperity is like the Prodigal Son's "far country." God, help us to come home where You are waiting to forgive. In Jesus' name. Amen.