A prayer for the thirty-second Sunday in ordinary time.


It’s so easy to lose track. Of our plans, of our direction, of you.

One fall, one fracture, one hospital stay, one cold, two bad nights of sleep and the lists we had and the projects we were working toward get lost.

It’s hard to keep our quiet routines as our time is tied to hospital time. “Soon” is ninety minutes. “Not sure until I look” puts the day into uncertainty. The visits that come with random regularity make it almost impossible to maintain a train of thought.

And as much as I trust you, I’m aware that someone always has to be the 1% or the side effects or the not quite right.

I forget completely Paul’s blessing to the Thessalonians:

“Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father,
who has loved us and given us eternal comfort and good hope by grace,
comfort and strengthen your hearts in every good work and word.”

Help us to remember that we don’t forget you when our times are out of our hands. Offer us your comfort and strengthen our hearts as we live through what life is, festivals and falls, coffee and colds, hospitality and healthcare and unexpected interruptions and unforeseen affirmations.

Through Christ our Lord


To catch you up on our week, Nancy fell on Tuesday, and had surgery on Thursday to repair a fracture in the neck of the femur (a hip fracture). She came home on Thursday. We were at the hospital where I work, we saw people I know, we had great care, and my cold is getting better. Thank you for your conversations with God on our behalf.