Sunday Morning’s Congregational Prayer
Dear Father, what shall we give for the ultimate gift, your own dear Son?
Herein is the greatest wonder: that he came below to raise us above, was born like us, that we might become like him.
Herein is love; When we cannot rise to you, he draws near on wings of grace, to raise us up.
Herein is power; when Deity and humanity were infinitely separated, he united them in perfect unity, the Uncreated amid your creatures.
Herein is wisdom; when we were undone, with no will to return, and no intellect to devise recovery, he came, God-incarnate, to save us to the uttermost—as man to die our death—to shed satisfying blood on our behalf, to provide our perfect righteousness!
In light of this grace, we now come, and silently confess our sins to you.
Lord, this is our confession:
From the squalor of a borrowed stable,
By the Spirit and a virgin’s faith;
To the anguish of history’s scandal,
Came the Savior of the human race.
Before such a sublime mystery, we bow our hearts, to follow the shepherds and Wise Men bringing the gift of love—a love, we confess, that has not always been as warm or sincere as we would like. But now, on this first Sunday of Advent, we find our love rekindled, for we look upon the face of love himself.
We pray for our missionaries Paul and Mary and their family.
We pray for the health of our sister Hillary.
So please, Come, in this service. By Your advent, Come and cheer, Cause our unbelief to cease, And be Yourself, our King of Peace.
Amen.