I stumbled off this morning to the Kirk in spite of the easterly wind opposing me, the distance apparently increasing week by week, and a woman invited to speak and lead communion as the vicar is still hiding far away in sunburnt India.
No jealousy here.
In the end all went reasonably well, I was welcomed by all the women, given a bag off leftover sannies afterwards for lunch, and Rosie spoke well and appeared to know what she was talking about. Chatting to her afterwards I was impressed, an Anglican woman that knows God I thought. A lift home and sannies, of various types, for lunch. Then France beating Poland in the world cup. No surprise there.
PRAYERS
FOR A SICK PERSON
O Father of mercies and God of all comfort, our only help in time of need: We humbly beseech you to
behold, visit, and relieve your sick servant, for whom our prayers are desired.
Look upon him with the eyes
of your mercy; comfort him with a sense of your goodness; preserve him from the temptations of the enemy;
and give him patience under his affliction. In your good time, restore him to health, and enable him to lead the
remainder of his life in your fear, and to your glory; and grant that finally he may dwell with you in life
everlasting; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
