THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
FROM THE REV. SUZANNE LEVESCONTE
Uplifting messages to help you during these unusual times.
VIDEO: March 18, 2020
A Prayer for the Day.
A Litany Amidst the Covid-19 Outbreak
Written by Michael Kurth
VIDEO: Compline, March 17, 2020
Episcopal Book of Common Prayer
(better know as The BCP), p. 127
VIDEO: Monday March 16 2020
A Word and a Prayer
From the BCP page 461 In the Morning
This is another day, O Lord. I know not what it will bring forth, but make me ready, Lord, for whatever it may be. If I am to stand up, help me to stand bravely, if I am to sit still, help me to sit quietly. If I am to lie low. Help me to do it patiently. And if I am to do nothing, let me do it gallantly. Make these words more than words, and give me the Spirit of Jesus. Amen.
VIDEO: March15, 2020 Morning Prayer
February 2020 Thoughts from Mother Suzanne LeVesconte
The weather has been so very gloomy over the last several weeks. Weeks of gloom with one day of sunshine and one day of flitting snow. The southwest Ohio winters! Ugh! But yesterday morning, when I walked out the door, with the grey sky still looming, I heard the birds beginning to chirp their spring songs and I looked down and saw the tulip tips breaking the cold and bare garden soil. Small harbingers of the coming spring, of new life already in the making despite a grey persistence.
That really is the story of our faith--that new life is being made in the midst of the darkness, even before we see signs of it. Even in the midst of our grieving or our sadness or our confusion or our fear. God can take something that seems destructive or absent or dead and bring it to life, birthing a healing without our even being aware of its beginning.
When we are in the midst of the gloom we can so easily forget that God is still gestating a new life within our darkness.
New trees can sprout and grow from the remaining stumps of old, seemingly dead trees. God works in us like that, breaking open a part of our lives buried deep in the dark soil, with tender leaves reaching for the light. Or like birds that for a season have flown away and return to their homes with a new song.
This is the Christ living in us, suffering with us, being buried with us, and being risen in us. Painful yes, but there is a holy seed in the stump of our lives. Look for it. Wait for it.
‘… like … an oak whose stump remains standing when it is felled.’
The holy seed is its stump.Isaiah 6:13b