Faithful God,
it has been a good summer
and we have gathered in a full harvest
and yet still we are not saved.
Kings and those in high places
have not led us to peaceful times and pleasant pastures
but to deceitful dealings and oppression.
They have led, and too often we have followed.
What are we to do
now that we are losing our position of primacy?
Spread the balm of Gilead
over our hearts and minds and souls
that we might be faithful in things large and small
and finally learn to serve you
and let money look after itself.
Sunday, September 21, 2025
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