Park and Pray at 1:11 pm for Houston
Lord, we park and pray at 1:11 pm and always for our brothers and sisters in the midst of the storm in Texas. Stop the storm, relieve the floods, part the waters and rescue all the people. Dry the land and rapidly recover the losses. May peaceful clouds rest over Houston and surrounding areas. In Christ name, we pray. Amen.
God stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. Psalms 107:29
Call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me. Psalms 50:15
Dear God, just as Jesus sent his disciples into a worn, torn and weary world, we call upon you to bless the ministers who gather at our nation’s capital. Bless their feet as they stand for justice. Bless their hands as they rest their paintbrushes against a new canvas. Guide each stroke with your words of wisdom. Bless their hearts to bear the burden of time. Help all to see the silver lining of righteousness flowing throughout the portrait. Merciful God, bless their minds to imagine your promise of love divine, a blazing gold frame. As they step away from their canvas bless them with peace, knowing that you’re a God that delivers and fulfills all your promises. God, we thank you for answering our call. In Jesus Christ’s name, we pray. Amen
Please join us in prayer for Texas and others in the midst of the storm.
“Lord have mercy.
Calm the wind and the rain.
Peace be still, O Lord.”
In Christ’s Name, Amen!
Photo by Dr. Lloyd Masumoto
How can we measure the kind of hatred that propels someone to ram a car into a peaceful crowd, murder and maim innocent bystanders?
What inspires a group to adopt hatred as a central platform?
Why have we tolerated their hateful venom that disrupts so many lives? Some people want to roll back America to a horrible, oppressive and painful time. It seems to be a motive that resonates beyond their group and breaks the heart strings of our democracy. Others want to “Take our country back!” While still others sing, “This land is your land, this land is my land…This land was made for you and me!” We sing, “My country tis of thee…” It is a sweet and sour land that promises liberty and opportunities. But many folks unite and declare hatred will no longer hold us down.
Rolling back America is truly about rolling America forward. It’s about rolling up our sleeves and working together to dismantle and stop the hemorrhage of lawful hatred. Lawful hatred is often unrecognized and barely vindicated.
As America struggles to recover from another Stroke (an assault on our heart and brain power), we will never fully recover without a prayerful intervention. Waiting for our leaders to denounce the culprits is not the answer. I find too often the response is tepid and heartless. The answer lies deep within each one’s heart and soul. Let us unite and seek wisdom and strength from Almighty God. Let us pray for Agape love, a selfless love that inspires us to love God, love ourselves and share our love. We can begin by discovering our neighbors and loving one another perhaps one neighbor at a time. Let us park and pray at 1:11 pm then, fasten our seat belts and allow the Divine to navigate the path forward.
Let Us Pray
Almighty God, storm clouds are hovering over America and many are depending on self serving and ill prepared leaders to guide us. Some of us who try to navigate the rough terrains on our own become frustrated. After exhausting all options known we turn to you. We pray until we find relief and give up praying. God, although some of us stop praying and give up on you, you never give up on us. You love us unconditionally. Thank you for your grace and mercy. Almighty God, we need you to fight battles that are centuries old. Many of our gains are threatened. God we desperately need you. Hatred and fear are lethal weapons that are eroding our society. Lord have mercy. Show us the way. O God, break the chains of hatred and deliver us from evil. Inspire us and equip us with the tools to work with you to dismantle and eradicate racism, fascism, xenophobia and all threats to our society. Our name is powerless. We pray in Christ’s name.