Thanksgiving For Christ’s Sacrifice

Lord Jesus, I want to thank YOU for Your willingness to be broken and poured out for me. The whips, the thorns, the nails and the spear pierced Your precious body and from these painful wounds, Your life blood was poured out for our transgressions. We will never know the crushing agony; the weight of our sin and shame upon Your back. Thank YOU Jesus for your perfect life and atoning death. I admire Your courage and strength. I worship YOU as the Son of God. I glory in your righteousness: I am thrilled when you are praised. Thank YOU for loving sinners. I am a vile man, totally depraved: I have nothing to offer except my love, devotion and gratitude. I just want to thank YOU one more time for dying in my place.

[This came from my journal in 2005]

The Confederate Soldier’s Prayer

A Prayer For The Nation

O God, what a sinful nation we have become–like a ship overloaded with cargo, we are laden with guilt to the point we are sinking. In our evil pride, we have rejected You the One who made us the most prosperous nation on earth. We are provoking You to anger by despising Your Son. We are like rebels in the street bent on rioting and destruction. Foreigners own our gas stations and motels. Muslims are building temples to allah in the shadow of our churches. Mean while, we are becoming a nation of perverts, as if we are in competition with Sodom and Gomorrah. The minority who go to church on Sunday are indifferent. Our worship is as empty as a drum and our prayers are powerless because we refuse to confess and repent. We have forsaken righteousness and perverted justice. We are destroying the very ones we should protect. Our cites are filled with crime, murder and mayhem are the rule of the day. Our leaders are rebels, our congressmen are thieves and our judges are corrupt. Instead of promoting justice, they legalize murder which has lead to the deaths of one million innocent babies per year. A holy God cannot ignore such atrocities. No one repents, church houses are half filled on Sundays and revival is a by-word. People don’t care about anything but themselves, money and their love of pleasure and comfort. We are stacking our sins around us like bales of straw not knowing which evil deed will be the spark that ignites the fire. Yet, we keep stacking, keep adding fuel to this inevitable fire. God have mercy on this sinful nation.

[Based on Isaiah 1]

Prayer For The Help Of The Spirit

Breathe in me, O Holy Spirit, that my thoughts may all be holy. Act in me, that my work be holy. Draw my heart, O Holy Spirit, so that I love only that which is holy. Strengthen me Holy Spirit, to defend all that is holy. Set a guard around my spirit to protect me from anything that is not holy. In Jesus name I pray.

[A friend sent me this prayer by phone. I have no idea where or how it originated]