Monday 30th March

Monday March 30th 

Sunday’s Collect:

Most merciful God,
who by the death and resurrection of your Son Jesus Christ
delivered and saved the world:
grant that by faith in him who suffered on the cross
we may triumph in the power of his victory;
through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever. Amen.

 

Psalm 130 - a psalm of lament

1/ Out of the depth have I cried to you, O Lord:

Lord, hear my voice;

let your ears consider well the voice of my supplication.

 

2/ If you, Lord, were to mark what is done amiss,

O Lord, who could stand?

 

3/ But there is forgiveness with you,

so that you shall be feared.

 

4/ I wait for the Lord; my soul waits for him;

in his word is my hope.

 

5/ My soul waits for the Lord,

more than the night watch for the morning,

more than the night watch for the morning.

 

In response

Father, we commend to your faithful love

those who are crying from the depths;

help them to watch and pray

through their time of darkness,

in sure hope of the dawn of your

    forgiveness and redemption;

through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

 

  • Pray the prayer again thinking of those in our NHS… over 1,200 people have died of the virus in the UK. The numbers of deaths are increasing rapidly. Over 800 died in Spain yesterday.
  • Pray for the bereaved who can only have immediate family attending burial services and services at the crematorium.
  • Pray for funeral directors who live will anxieties about their own health and have fewer colleagues as many of their volunteers are retired and now are self-isolating.

 

 

 

A hymn of prayer for the bereaved

1/ Be still, my soul: the Lord is on your side;

bear patiently, the cross of grief or pain;
leave to thy God, to order and provide;
in every change, he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul, your best, your heavenly friend
through thorny ways, leads to a joyful end.

 

2/ Be still, my soul: your God will undertake
to guide the future as He has the past.
Your hope, your confidence, let nothing shake,
all now mysterious shall be clear at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and wind still know
his voice, who ruled them while he dwelt below.

 

3/ Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart

and all is darkened in the vale of tears,

then you shall better know his love, his heart,

who comes to sooth your sorrow, calm your fears.

Be still, my soul: for Jesus can repay

from his own fullness all he takes away.

 

4/ Be still, my soul, the hour is hastening on
when we shall be forever with the Lord,
when disappointment, grief and fear are gone
sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul, when change and tears are past,
all safe and blessed, we shall meet at last.

Katharina von Schlegel b.1697

translated by Jane Laurie Borgwick 1813-1897

 

 

The testimony of a 38 year old doctor, Julian Urban, in Lombardy, Italy

{a cautionary note from John L-H: there is no proof whether this Facebook testimony is true or made up}

"Never in the darkest nightmares did I imagine that I could see and live what has been happening here in our hospital for three weeks. The nightmare is flowing, the river is getting bigger and bigger.

 At first some came, then dozens and then hundreds.  Now we are no longer doctors, but we have become classifiers on the treadmill and we decide who lives and who should be sent home to die, although all these people have paid taxes all their lives.

     Until two weeks ago, my colleagues and I were atheists;  it was normal because we are doctors and we learned science and science was told to exclude the presence of God.  I always laughed at my parents going to church.

     Nine days ago a 75 year old pastor came to us.  Gentle man, he had great respiratory problems.  He had a Bible and we were impressed that he read it to the dying and they took him by the hand.  As all the new doctors were tired, discouraged, psychologically and physically exhausted, when we had time we would listen to the pastor.  Now we have to admit that we, as humans, have reached our limits;  more we cannot do, and more people die daily.  

We are exhausted, we already have two colleagues who have died and others are unemployed.  We realized that where what man can end ends, we need God and we begin to ask ourselves questions when we have a few free minutes.  We talk among ourselves and we cannot believe that from ferocious atheists we have become believers to find our peace, asking the Lord to help us resist so that we can take care of the sick.

     Yesterday the 75-year-old pastor died, which until today, despite the fact that we had more than 120 dead in 3 weeks here, we had all ended up wanting;  We are destroyed because the old shepherd managed, during his stay, to bring us a peace that we no longer expect to find.  The pastor went to the Lord and we will soon follow him.  

I have not been home for 6 days, I do not know when I last ate, and I realize my uselessness on this earth and I want to dedicate my last breath to help others.

     I am happy to have returned to God while surrounded by the suffering and death of my fellow men. "


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