March Memories: A Kitchen Prayer.

This poem was written many years ago by a 19-year-old girl in domestic service in England.  It was read by Dr. G. Campbell Morgan during one of his services at Westminster Chapel, London.

Lord of all pots and pans and things,
Since I’ve no time to be
A saint by doing lovely deeds
Or watching late with Thee
Or dreaming in the dawnlight
Or storming heaven’s gates,
Make me a saint by getting meals
And washing up the plates!

Although I must have Martha’s hands
I have a Mary mind,
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals, Lord, I find!
I think of how they trod the earth,
What time I scrub the floor;
Accept this meditation, Lord,
I haven’t time for more!

Warm all the kitchen with Thy love,
And light it with Thy peace!
Forgive me all my worrying
And make all grumbling cease!
Thou Who didst love to give men food
In a room or by the sea,
Accept this service that I do –
I do in unto Thee!
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(originally published March 15, 2013).  I hope the people this young lady worked for appreciated what a treasure they had in her!

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A Girl Named Rhoda.

In our reading Sunday, my wife and I were in Acts 11 and 12.  When we read Acts 12, I had to chuckle at what happened, and yet also reflected how often what happened then happens now.

In ch. 12, Herod had decided to persecute the church at Jerusalem.  He put to death James, the brother of John.  Because this greatly pleased the Jews, with whom the Herods pretty much always had uneasy relationships, he also imprisoned Peter.  V. 5 tells us that constant prayer was offered to God for him by the church.  What happens next always impresses me:  on the night before Peter was to be brought out, probably to be executed, that night Peter was sleeping…. (!)

“Sleeping”….

I wonder what you and I would do under similar circumstances.

Well, Peter is miraculously released, which ultimately cost the lives of 16 Roman soldiers and went to where many was gathered together for prayer.  This is where Rhoda comes in.

So excited was she to hear Peter’s voice on the other side of the door that she didn’t open it, but ran and told the others, “Peter’s outside the door!  Peter’s outside the door!”

Their response? –

In the vernacular of our day, “You’re out of your mind!”

“No!  He’s outside, he’s outside!”

“No way!”

“Way!”

“It must be his angel.”  This from one of the more spiritual brothers.

Well – finally – they opened the door, and the Word says that they were…

…”astonished”(!)

Oh, my!

(Looking in the mirror) – how often we are “astonished” when the Lord answers prayer unexpectedly, as He did here.  I don’t know exactly what the believers were praying for when they prayed for him, but it evidently wasn’t that he would just show up at the door!

How often – too often – we’re like the man in Mark 9, who came to the Lord about his son and said, “…if You can do anything, have compassion on us and help us.”  I think the Lord was very emphatic in the first part of His reply when He said, “If you can believe – all things are possible to him who believes.” 

Immediately the father of the child cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!” Mark 9:17-24.

Aye, there’s a prayer for us poor believers!

“Lord, we believe.  Help our unbelief!”

A Soldier’s Prayer

(found in the notebook of a dead U.S. Soldier – France, 1918.)

OUR FATHER

to whom all praise, all honor should be given, for Thou art the great God

WHO ART IN HEAVEN

Thou, by Thy wisdom, rulest the world’s whole fame, forever, therefore

HALLOWED BE THY NAME 

let, nevermore, delays divide us from Thy glorious grace, but let

THY KINGDOM COME 

let Thy commandments opposed be by none, but Thy good pleasure and

THY WILL BE DONE 

and let our promptness to obey ever be the very same

ON EARTH, AS IT IS IN HEAVEN 

then for our souls, O Lord, we also pray Thou wouldest be pleased to

GIVE US THIS DAY 

the food of life, wherewith our souls are fed, sufficient raiment also, and

OUR DAILY BREAD 

with every needful thing, do Thou relieve us, and in Thy mercy and pity

FORGIVE US 

all our misdeeds, for Him Whom Thou didst please to make our offerings for

OUR TRESPASSES 

and forasmuch, O Lord, as we believe that Thou will pardon us

AS WE FORGIVE 

let that love teach, wherewith Thou dost acquaint us to pardon all

THOSE WHO TRESPASS AGAINST US 

though Thou sometimes find’st we have forgot this love to Thee, yet help

AND LEAD US NOT 

through souls and bodies wont to desperation, nor let earth’s gain drive us

INTO TEMPTATION 

let not the soul of any true believer fall in the time of trial

BUT DELIVER 

yea, save from the malice of the devil and in both life and death keep

US FROM EVIL 

thus pray we, Lord, of Thee from Whom this may be had

FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM 

this world is Thy work, its wondrous story to Thee belongs

THE POWER AND THE GLORY 

and all Thy wondrous works have never ended, but will remain

FOREVER AND EVER 

thus we poor creatures would confess again, and thus, would cry eternally

“AMEN”