God, Don't Give Up On Me (Please)

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by: Denise Robinson

07/23/2021

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I came across this poem/prayer in my devotional time written by The Rev. Ted Loder, pastor of The First United Methodist Church of Germantown (Pa.) for almost 38 years. I read it, then re-read it, then prayed it - and knew I wanted to share it with you:


Holy One, there is something I wanted to tell you
but there have been errands to run,
bills to pay,
arrangements to make,
meetings to attend,
friends to entertain,
washing to do . . .
and I forget what it is I wanted to say to you,
and mostly I forget what I'm about, or why.

O God, 
don't forget me please,
for the sake of Jesus Christ.
O Father in Heaven,
perhaps you've already heard what I wanted to tell you.
What I wanted to ask is
forgive me,
heal me,
increase my courage, please.
Renew in me a little of love and faith,
and a sense of confidence,
and a vision of what it might mean  
to live as though you were real,
and I mattered,
and everyone was sister and brother.

What I wanted to ask in my blundering way is
don't give up on me,
don't become too sad about me,
but laugh with me,
and try again with me,
and I will with you, too.


Amen and amen.
I came across this poem/prayer in my devotional time written by The Rev. Ted Loder, pastor of The First United Methodist Church of Germantown (Pa.) for almost 38 years. I read it, then re-read it, then prayed it - and knew I wanted to share it with you:


Holy One, there is something I wanted to tell you
but there have been errands to run,
bills to pay,
arrangements to make,
meetings to attend,
friends to entertain,
washing to do . . .
and I forget what it is I wanted to say to you,
and mostly I forget what I'm about, or why.

O God, 
don't forget me please,
for the sake of Jesus Christ.
O Father in Heaven,
perhaps you've already heard what I wanted to tell you.
What I wanted to ask is
forgive me,
heal me,
increase my courage, please.
Renew in me a little of love and faith,
and a sense of confidence,
and a vision of what it might mean  
to live as though you were real,
and I mattered,
and everyone was sister and brother.

What I wanted to ask in my blundering way is
don't give up on me,
don't become too sad about me,
but laugh with me,
and try again with me,
and I will with you, too.


Amen and amen.
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