I found myself silently fuming this morning about the debacle of alienating 28,000 communicants from the church for fourteen huffy complainants. Then I realized that I had not said a prayer of blessing for the complainants and that I myself was being huffy. Lord, forgive me.
We take the sword of the Spirit, cut a trapdoor in the floor of heaven at Your feet, and lift up to You Robert, Margaret, Charles, Frances, Eleanor, John, Margaret, Barbara, David, Warren, Dolores, Robert, Jacquelin, Mrs. Smith, John, and Virginia. Bless them richly. Amen.