Tontogany Presbyterian Church

18740 Main Street

Tontogany, Ohio 43565419-823-7591

Pastor's Phone 419-806-4326

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A Prayer for Healing


God,
Make today a healing day
When hearts are lifted up and hope abounds
When cells respond to Your Loving Touch and organs are strengthened by Your Song


God,
Make today a healing day
When Your Compassion directs the actions of care givers
When Your Courage rises in each one as they advocate for the helpless


God,
Make today a healing day
When the minds of researches are quickened by Your Spirit
When the wealthy generously support new hopes and dreams


God,
Make today a healing day
When weights are lifted from the backs of families
When chains of dis-ease are snapped by Your Word and spirits are set free


God,
Make today a healing day
When evil is commanded to stand down
When the wounded are washed in tenderness and the injured dressed in bright grace


God,
Make today a healing day
When crops grow strong and rivers run clear
When starving bodies are nourished and the thirsty are satisfied


God,
Make today a healing day
When the old ones pass in peace
When Your Arms of Mercy restore each one to a child at play


God,
Make today a healing day
When You do, our voices will respond in laughter and gladness and praise
When You do, our songs will lift up Your Name and our bodies will bow in thanks!


These prayers were first prayed by Rev. Pamela Short for the People of Prayer of the Tontogany Presbyterian Church.

A Prayer of Confession and Hope for Ash Wednesday

From lack of reverence for truth and beauty;
from a calculating or sentimental mind;
from going along with mean and ugly things;
O God, deliver us.
From cowardice that dares not face truth;
laziness content with half-truth;
or arrogance that thinks we know it all;
O God, deliver us.
From artificial life and worship;
from all that is hollow or insincere;
O God, deliver us.
From trite ideals and cheap pleasures;
from mistaking hard vulgarity for humor;
O God, deliver us.
From being dull, pompous, or rude;
from putting down our neighbors;
O God, deliver us.
From cynicism about others;
from intolerance or cruel indifference;
O God, deliver us.
From being satisfied with things as they are,
in the church or in the world;
from failing to share your indignation about injustice;
O God, deliver us.
From selfishness, self-indulgence, or self-pity;
O God, deliver us.
From token concern for the poor,
for lonely or loveless people;
from confusing faith with good feeling,
or love with wanting to be loved;
O God, deliver us.
For everything in us that may hide your light;
O God, light of life, forgive us.


From the Book of Common Worship





A Prayer of Confession and Longing


I lock my mind, afraid to imagine
I lock my arms, afraid to welcome
I lock my heart, afraid to receive
I lock my spirit, afraid to be seen


Spirit of Christ
Turn the key and bring me hope
Spirit of Christ
Turn the key and embrace my being
Spirit of Christ
Turn the key and circulate your joy
Spirit of Christ
Turn the key and look upon me with
Love
Honor
Delight
&
Peace


written by Rev. Pamela Graf Short

Lent, in the year of our LORD 2018


Photo by Tom Pomeroy.

Sometimes I am the wounded one
Receiving words that punch
like a ramrod into a well-crafted door
Sometimes I am the wounded one
Running inadvertently into immovable political structures
like rising up and hitting my head on a cupboard
Sometimes I am the wounded one
Overwhelmed with deception
like breathing in toxic gas


Sometimes I am the wounding one
Throwing out phrases that thump
like a rock that falls on an unsuspecting rabbit
Sometimes I am the wounding one
Building walls and boxes that refuse to swivel
like electric fences shocking those inside and out
Sometimes I am the wounding one
Dishonest and coy
like a stingray—quiet, but venomous


I come to you Jesus,
Wounded and Wounding
Repair what has been damaged in me and by me
Bind up what is bleeding in me and because of me
Remove the poison
And breathe into me and into those I have wounded
Your Holy Breath of Healing
Your Wholly Breath of Life


written by Rev. Pamela Graf Short

Lent, in the year of our LORD 2018






Cross on campus of Sr. of St. Francis, Sylvania, Ohio.

I weasel from day to day
and from night to night I suffer guilt
my sins are not glaring to others
I hide them well
but in my soul they sneer at me
I feel small and alone
afraid and unlovable
when I fail,
it is as though a pack of stones
is straped to my back
the dark place where I wallow
seems unreachable by any sort of light…
And Then It Comes!
like a little bird on the sill
Love Knocks—dare I open the window?
Love Sings—dare I listen?

“love you´love you´love you´”


written by Rev. Pamela Graf Short

on behalf of a friend

photo by Linda Seeger

But I say to you, LOVE your enemies,

BLESS those who curse you,

DO GOOD to those who hate you,

and PRAY for those who spitefully use you & persecute you.

Matthew 5:44


My desire to love my enemy is small
smaller than that mustard seed of faith
Still
I don’t want to squash my enemy
I don’t want my enemy to suffer
I don’t mind praying for my enemy in the quiet of the night
I don’t mind asking God to bless my enemy
I don’t mind secretly doing some good deed for my enemy
Still
I don’t want to see my enemy
I don’t want to eat with my enemy
I don’t want to talk with my enemy
Still
God chatters with both of us
God sets a table for both of us
God looks upon both of us like a mom upon her warring children
Still
Perhaps the good deed that came my way was from my enemy
Perhaps my enemy asked God to bless me
Perhaps my enemy is praying for me in the quiet of the night
Perhaps my enemy does not want me to suffer
Perhaps my enemy does not want to squash me
Still
Still
Still
The smallest seed of love grows still

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Photo by LuAnn Stuckey

while on Celtic pilgrimage

It whirls about like smoke
Not heavy really
but present and foul enough to cause a cough
Foul enough
to disrupt the joy
to disturb the peace
to distract from the blessings
Foul enough
to cause some hidden shame
to prickle the throat with a few carcinogens
to irritate the spirit and clog the heart

It whirls about like smoke
Not heavy really
but lonely and troubling enough to cause a sigh
Troubling enough
to annoy the body
to alarm the soul
to arrest the mind
Troubling enough
to forget the good
to come around daily with a few doubts
to obscure the mercy and blur the grace


And then She comes in a whirl
Not showy really
but Holy and Fresh enough to clear the lungs
Fresh enough
to remit the mercy
to restore the smile
to revive the hope
Fresh enough
to blow away the guilt
to honor the respiration of faith
to fill the whole self with compassionate wonder


written by Rev. Pamela Graf Short

Lent in the year of our LORD 2018