Congregational prayer
Snowy and Sacred God,
In what ways will you hunker down among us today and tomorrow?
Is this snowfall a gift?
When we look up during these hours, are we meant to feel a dose of heaven?
We listen for you. We wait for you.
Holy Spirit, bless all of us with safety as we drive on the roads.
Bless us with steadiness as we walk on the slippery surfaces.
Bless all of our neighbours to be snug in their beds, cozy in their kitchens.
Bless all our neighbours up and down the road.
Bless our buildingmates, our hospitalmates, our housemates.
Bless our furry pets.
Bless our livestock.
Bless the scampering ones in the winter woods.
We pray for our congregation as a whole:
How will you polish us during this fiftieth year?
What leaps for joy lie ahead? What lessons?
God, have mercy on us.
Jesus, teach us again about your gospel.
Give us the fiftieth or five hundredth chapter of your Word.
We are paying attention.
We pray for members of church who are dealing with health difficulties.
We pray for our Households of Faith:
Bustle among them with your enlivening presence,
Motivate them, comfort them, inspire them, heal them,
Bathe them in Light – whatever it is they need during these days!
For a brief moment we lift a prayer for the wider world:
In this dear moment in history,
Even as some of our precious common good is seeming to garble,
God, can you lurch into the political meetings, for the grand sake of kindness?
Can you bombard the swaggering ones with your amazing grace?
What can your heavenly power accomplish during these days?
Go ahead: brawl with the principalities of the highest heavens.
Make presidents suddenly forget their foregone plans.
Outperform every fear and every vengeance with your love.
And implant in us a readiness to embody your gospel of peace.
Jesus, your well-taught gospel of peace!
Snowflake God, Blizzard God, Blanket God,
Bless us with an inner coat.
Or bless us with snow angels inside, outside, wherever you like.
You made us, you keep making us, no matter the weather,
And so we praise your name.
AMEN.
… and now FOUR THINGS for Sunday morning (choose your own adventure!):
ONE – Scripture reading and question
Psalm 65:5-13 (printed below) talks about God’s awesome deeds that are observable in nature. The word “snow” doesn’t appear in this passage, but what are your thoughts about how a snow event can be an expression of God’s power?
TWO – Snow picture
Make a creative picture about snow, or an image of snow. Be creative: use paper and crayons, or use snow, or use clay, or use found objects from around the house. Take a photograph of your picture and send it to matthew@wellesleymennonite.ca if you want it to be included in a Powerpoint slide show (slide snow?) next Sunday morning.
THREE – Poem
“A Winter Day” by Lucy Maud Montgomery (she’s also the author of Anne of Green Gables) – the poem is printed below. Consider taking several minutes to slowly read through. Take note of unfamiliar words, maybe look them up in a dictionary. After the last line, ask yourself: “How am I reverent? What is my winter prayer?”
THREE – YouTube video
Make sure the audio is turned on for this video! Perhaps this can be the worship music for Sunday morning. With whatever sounds are available to you in this winter wonderland, what kind of outdoor, worshipful experience can you make for yourself?
Psalm 65:5-13
5 In righteousness you answer us,
by your awesome deeds,
God of our salvation—
you, who are the security
of all the far edges of the earth,
even the distant seas.
6 You establish the mountains by your strength;
you are dressed in raw power.
7 You calm the roaring seas;
calm the roaring waves,
calm the noise of the nations.
8 Those who dwell on the far edges
stand in awe of your acts.
You make the gateways
of morning and evening sing for joy.
9 You visit the earth and make it abundant,
enriching it greatly
by God’s stream, full of water.
You provide people with grain
because that is what you’ve decided.
10 Drenching the earth’s furrows,
leveling its ridges,
you soften it with rain showers;
you bless its growth.
11 You crown the year with your goodness;
your paths overflow with rich food.
12 Even the desert pastures drip with it,
and the hills are dressed in pure joy.
13 The meadowlands are covered with flocks,
the valleys decked out in grain—
they shout for joy;
they break out in song!
A Winter Day
by Lucy Maud Montgomery
The air is silent save where stirs
A bugling breeze among the firs;
The virgin world in white array
Waits for the bridegroom kiss of day;
All heaven blooms rarely in the east
Where skies are silvery and fleeced,
And o’er the orient hills made glad
The morning comes in wonder clad;
Oh, ’tis a time most fit to see
How beautiful the dawn can be!
Wide, sparkling fields snow-vestured lie
Beneath a blue, unshadowed sky;
A glistening splendor crowns the woods
And bosky, whistling solitudes;
In hemlock glen and reedy mere
The tang of frost is sharp and clear;
Life hath a jollity and zest,
A poignancy made manifest;
Laughter and courage have their way
At noontide of a winter’s day.
Faint music rings in wold and dell,
The tinkling of a distant bell,
Where homestead lights with friendly glow
Glimmer across the drifted snow;
Beyond a valley dim and far
Lit by an occidental star,
Tall pines the marge of day beset
Like many a slender minaret,
Whence priest-like winds on crystal air
Summon the reverent world to prayer.