In his faithful love he promises to rebuild us, to repair what we have torn with our own two hands. He cleans our filthy wounds encrusted with the blood guilt of our rebellion. He gives us back our dead, restores what the moth has eaten. He transforms our dry deserts into fruitful gardens. He breaks our chains, clothes us, and calls us his own. He brings us home and fills our hungry souls with what is good. This is the faithful love of our Lord.
Without your intervention, we walk in the futility of our own minds, our understanding darkened. Like blind men we grope. Don’t allow us to be excluded from the life of God because of our stubborn ignorance, because of the hardness of our hearts …
Don’t let us squander this brief life. Don’t let us choose the wide path that leads to a closed door. But help us walk the narrow way leading to the open door, to life everlasting.
When you find yourself in a heap of trouble and you know you’re innocent, you can easily call out to God for help. But when you suspect you might be the cause of your own trouble, or worse, that God himself is disciplining you, how do you respond?
Without your Spirit, there is no fear of God before our eyes. We flatter ourselves in our own light, and that light is darkness. Concerning the discovery of our sin and the hatred of it, we lie to you and to ourselves. We see ourselves through rose colored glasses.