Well, if you have not guessed it by now, I am a Presbycharicostal Christian if you must use terms. I guess that means I am a mongrel of sorts, but sometimes they are very healthy dogs remember!
Anyway, there are things about many strands of Christian expression that have blessed my mongrel make up over the years. From time to time I come across something that gels extra well with the deepest places in me that I am aware of. Today I came across a Prayer and the explanation for it, that I dare to say touched something of my Redeemed Scottish being, that is the best I can desribe the matter.
“Thou art our Father, therefore our strength and light. Of which we, who are now at the chair of Thy grace, ask for a portion, so that we may have power to do Thy will, even though it be a cross.”
“From a prayer – once her husband’s – of a widowed woman who lived in the Island of Mull. This heart-cry broke from her every evening when she and her four children knelt together at the feet of God.”
(From “Hebridean Altars, The Spirit of and Island Race,” by Alistair Maclean.)
Thank you Lord, for our Heritage of faith. May we not despise it; may a generation arise of all ages who find and open the wells from which our fathers and mothers – and theirs and theirs and theirs and theirs – drank in faith, humility and meekness and were rewarded on earth with an inheritance in you that is so easily traded away. Amen.