Ascension Day is almost over. Before ascending into heaven, Jesus instructed his friends not to leave Jerusalem until they had received the Holy Spirit - and so they waited 9 days, until Pentecost.
We know the story, Lord,
of your gathering with your friends
and ascending from their sight
leaving them the promise
that the Spirit was soon to come...
So for nine days your friends waited
and prayed for the Spirit's coming
in wind and grace and blessing,
with the fire of your love...
I picture them huddled together, Lord,
in that same upper room
where, on the night before you died,
you broke the Bread of Life
and blessed your saving Cup...
I hear them telling, again and again, the stories of your life:
- the story of your calling them
and naming them your friends;
- the stories in your parables,
the truth you came to share;
- the stories of your healing those
distressed, bent low in body and in spirit;
distressed, bent low in body and in spirit;
- the stories of your traveling 'round
to share your Father's mercy;
- the story of your passion, your suffering and your death,
and how they fled in fear and left you all alone;
- and the story of your rising, your meeting them again,
greeting them with blessings of pardon and of peace...
- the story of your passion, your suffering and your death,
and how they fled in fear and left you all alone;
- and the story of your rising, your meeting them again,
greeting them with blessings of pardon and of peace...
Tonight, then, Lord, help me remember
- the story of your calling me
and my coming to know you and your love;
- your parables of wisdom
- your parables of wisdom
and how they've touched my heart, my life;
- the stories of your healing me
mending me in my brokenness;
- the story of your following me,
never ever leaving my side...
- the story of your saving me,
- the stories of your healing me
mending me in my brokenness;
- the story of your following me,
never ever leaving my side...
- the story of your saving me,
offering your life upon the Cross,
in spite of - because of - all the ways I've failed you
and betrayed your faithful love;
- the stories of your showing up
- the stories of your showing up
along the path I walk
in ways I've least expected you
in ways I've least expected you
- but when I really needed you;
- the story of my life with you,
- the story of my life with you,
the story of your love for me,
a story we're still writing, sharing, living
- you and I...
No greater story could I tell, Lord,
than the story of your love,
of your holy Spirit guiding me,
blessing me on every day,
in good times and in bad,
in sorrow and in joy...
Protect me, Lord, while I'm awake
and watch over me while I sleep
that awake I might keep watch for you
and asleep, rest in your peace...
Amen.
My Story by Big Daddy Weave
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If I told you my storyYou would hear hope, that wouldn't let goAnd if I told you my storyYou would hear love that never gave up
And if I told you my storyYou would hear life, but it wasn't mine
If I should speak, then let it be of the graceThat is greater than all my sin
Of when justice was served, and where mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him
If I told you my story,
you would hear victory over the enemyAnd if I told you my story, you would hear freedomThat was won for me
And if I told you my story,
you would hear life overcome the graveIf I should speak, then let it be of the graceThat is greater than all my sin
Of when justice was served, and where mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him
This is my story, this is my songPraising my savior, all the day longThis is my story, this is my songPraising my savior, all the day long
For the grace that is greater, than all my sinOf when justice was served, and when mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell
Of the grace that is greater, than all my sinOf when justice was served, and when mercy wins!Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me inOh to tell you my story, is to tell of HimOh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him
This is my story, this is my songPraising my savior, all the day long
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