Pray with me the prayers of our fellow believers in Haiti:
Our Great Physician,
Your word is like alcohol.
When poured on an infected wound, it burns and stings.
But only then can it kill germs.
If it doesn't burn, it doesn't do any good.
Father,
We are all hungry baby birds this morning.
Our heart-mouths are gaping wide, waiting for you to fill us.
Father,
A cold wind seems to have chilled us.
Wrap us in the blanket of your Word and warm us up.
Lord,
We find your Word like cabbage.
As we pull down the leaves, we get closer to the heart.
And as we get closer to the heart, it is sweeter.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.