OREMUS: 2 March 2010
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OREMUS for Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Chad, Bishop of Lichfield, Missionary, 672
O God, make speed to save us;
O Lord, make haste to help us.
Blessed are you, God of the covenant,
long ago you embraced your people
and promised them your blessing.
You called Abraham to trust your promise
and you gave him the faith to follow that call.
You call us in our baptism to serve you,
trusting that Christ will transform us
in the glory of the eternal Easter.
For these and all your mercies, we praise you:
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed be God for ever!
An opening canticle may be sung.
I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with my whole heart;*
I will tell of all your marvellous works.
I will be glad and rejoice in you;*
I will sing to your name, O Most High.
When my enemies are driven back,*
they will stumble and perish at your presence.
For you have maintained my right and my cause;*
you sit upon your throne judging right.
You have rebuked the ungodly and destroyed the wicked;*
you have blotted out their name for ever and ever.
As for the enemy, they are finished, in perpetual ruin,*
their cities ploughed under,
the memory of them perished;
But the Lord is enthroned for ever;*
he has set up his throne for judgement.
It is he who rules the world with righteousness;*
he judges the peoples with equity.
The Lord will be a refuge for the oppressed,*
a refuge in time of trouble.
Those who know your name will put their trust in you,*
for you never forsake those who seek you, O Lord.
Sing praise to the Lord who dwells in Zion;*
proclaim to the peoples the things he has done.
The avenger of blood will remember them;*
he will not forget the cry of the afflicted.
Have pity on me, O Lord;*
see the misery I suffer from those who hate me,
O you who lift me up from the gate of death;
So that I may tell of all your praises
and rejoice in your salvation*
in the gates of the city of Zion.
The ungodly have fallen into the pit they dug,*
and in the snare they set is their own foot caught.
The Lord is known by his acts of justice;*
the wicked are trapped in the works of their own hands.
The wicked shall be given over to the grave,*
and also all the peoples that forget God.
For the needy shall not always be forgotten,*
and the hope of the poor shall not perish for ever.
Rise up, O Lord,
let not the ungodly have the upper hand;*
let them be judged before you.
Put fear upon them, O Lord;*
let the ungodly know they are but mortal.
Why do you stand so far off, O Lord,*
and hide yourself in time of trouble?
The wicked arrogantly persecute the poor,*
but they are trapped in the schemes they have devised.
The wicked boast of their heart's desire;*
the covetous curse and revile the Lord.
The wicked are so proud that they care not for God;*
their only thought is, 'God does not matter.'
Their ways are devious at all times;
your judgements are far above out of their sight;*
they defy all their enemies.
They say in their heart, 'I shall not be shaken;*
no harm shall happen to me ever.'
Their mouth is full of cursing, deceit and oppression;*
under their tongue are mischief and wrong.
They lurk in ambush in public squares
and in secret places they murder the innocent;*
they spy out the helpless.
They lie in wait, like a lion in a covert;
they lie in wait to seize upon the lowly;*
they seize the lowly and drag them away in their net.
The innocent are broken and humbled before them;*
the helpless fall before their power.
They say in their heart, 'God has forgotten;*
he hides his face; he will never notice.'
Rise up, O Lord;
lift up your hand, O God;*
do not forget the afflicted.
Why should the wicked revile God?*
why should they say in their heart, 'You do not care'?
Surely, you behold trouble and misery;*
you see it and take it into your own hand.
The helpless commit themselves to you,*
for you are the helper of orphans.
Break the power of the wicked and evil;*
search out their wickedness until you find none.
The Lord is king for ever and ever;*
the ungodly shall perish from his land.
The Lord will hear the desire of the humble;*
you will strengthen their heart and your ears shall hear;
To give justice to the orphan and oppressed,*
so that mere mortals may strike terror no more.
In the Lord have I taken refuge;*
how then can you say to me,
'Fly away like a bird to the hilltop;
'For see how the wicked bend the bow
and fit their arrows to the string,*
to shoot from ambush at the true of heart.
'When the foundations are being destroyed,*
what can the righteous do?'
The Lord is in his holy temple;*
the Lord's throne is in heaven.
His eyes behold the inhabited world;*
his piercing eye weighs our worth.
The Lord weighs the righteous as well as the wicked,*
but those who delight in violence he abhors.
Upon the wicked he shall rain coals of fire
and burning sulphur;*
a scorching wind shall be their lot.
For the Lord is righteous;
he delights in righteous deeds;*
and the just shall see his face.
FIRST READING [Gen. 27:30-40]:
As soon as Isaac had finished blessing Jacob, when Jacob had scarcely gone out from the presence of his father Isaac, his brother Esau came in from his hunting. He also prepared savoury food, and brought it to his father. And he said to his father, 'Let my father sit up and eat of his son's game, so that you may bless me.' His father Isaac said to him, 'Who are you?' He answered, 'I am your firstborn son, Esau.' Then Isaac trembled violently, and said, 'Who was it then that hunted game and brought it to me, and I ate it all before you came, and I have blessed him?yes, and blessed he shall be!' When Esau heard his father's words, he cried out with an exceedingly great and bitter cry, and said to his father, 'Bless me, me also, father!' But he said, 'Your brother came deceitfully, and he has taken away your blessing.' Esau said, 'Is he not rightly named Jacob? For he has supplanted me these two times. He took away my birthright; and look, now he has taken away my blessing.' Then he said, 'Have you not reserved a blessing for me?' Isaac answered Esau, 'I have already made him your lord, and I have given him all his brothers as servants, and with grain and wine I have sustained him. What then can I do for you, my son?' Esau said to his father, 'Have you only one blessing, father? Bless me, me also, father!' And Esau lifted up his voice and wept.
Then his father Isaac answered him:
'See, away from the fatness of the earth shall your home be,
and away from the dew of heaven on high.
By your sword you shall live,
and you shall serve your brother;
but when you break loose,
you shall break his yoke from your neck.'
Words: Robert Robinson (1735-1790)
Tune: Ebenezer, Nettleton
Come, thou fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy never ceasing
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious measure
sung by flaming tongues above;
on the mountain-top I'll treasure
signs of God's unchanging love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
'Hither by the help I've come',
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
interposed his precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
take my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it from thy courts above!
SECOND READING [John 10:22-38]:
At that time the festival of the Dedication took place in Jerusalem. It was winter, and Jesus was walking in the temple, in the portico of Solomon. So the Jews gathered around him and said to him, 'How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly.' Jesus answered, 'I have told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father's name testify to me; but you do not believe, because you do not belong to my sheep. My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father's hand. The Father and I are one.'
The Jews took up stones again to stone him. Jesus replied, 'I have shown you many good works from the Father. For which of these are you going to stone me?' The Jews answered, 'It is not for a good work that we are going to stone you, but for blasphemy, because you, though only a human being, are making yourself God.' Jesus answered, 'Is it not written in your law, I said, you are gods? If those to whom the word of God came were called godsand the scripture cannot be annulled can you say that the one whom the Father has sanctified and sent into the world is blaspheming because I said, I am God's Son? If I am not doing the works of my Father, then do not believe me. But if I do them, even though you do not believe me, believe the works, so that you may know and understand that the Father is in me and I am in the Father.'
The Benedictus (Morning),
the Magnificat (Evening), or
Nunc dimittis (Night) may follow.
whom we love and whom we desire to love more,
bring us to love you as much as we ought.
Come with Christ and dwell in our hearts
and keep watch over our lips, our steps, and our deeds
and we shall not need to be anxious either for our souls or our bodies.
Give us love that knows no enemy
and love that is for others as you love us.
Cause our hearts frozen in sin, cold to you and cold to others,
to be warmed by your divine fire.
Hear us as we embrace in the circle of your love:
the life of your Church, especially the Diocese of...
the world groaning...
the cares of our own lives...
and those particular concerns which your Spirit prompts...
whose life-giving Spirit
wells up with streams of living water,
sustain those whose spirits are heavy
and whose wells have run dry,
through Jesus Christ,
the rock of our salvation. Amen.
from the first fruits of the English nation who turned to Christ,
you called your servant Chad
to be an evangelist and bishop of his own people:
give us grace so to follow his peaceable nature,
humble spirit and prayerful life,
that we may truly commend to others
the faith which we ourselves profess;
through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.Amen.
Trusting in the compassion of God,
let us pray as our Savior taught us:
- The Lord's Prayer
May your presence bless our souls, O God,
and shed a joyful light;
that the sorrows of the night
may be chased away by the hallowed morn to come. Amen.
The psalms are from _Celebrating Common Prayer_ (Mowbray), (c) The Society of Saint Francis 1992, which is used with permission.
The biblical passage is from The New Revised Standard Version (Anglicized
Edition), copyright (c) 1989, 1995 by the Division of Christian Education
of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the USA. Used by
permission. All rights reserved.
The opening prayer of thanksgiving and the closing sentence are adapted from
prayers in _Book of Common Worship_, (c) 1993 Westminster
/ John Knox Press.
The closing sentence is adapted from Paraphrase 30 of the Scottish Paraphrases, 1781.
The second collect is from _Common Worship: Services and Prayers for
the Church of England_, material from which is included in this service is
copyright (c) The Archbishops' Council, 2000.
Chad, Bishop of Lichfield, is perhaps best known for not being Archbishop of
York. He was elected and duly installed, but various persons raised objections,
and rather than cause division in the Church he withdrew in favor of the other
candidate, Wilfrid (see 12 Oct). (The objection was that some of the bishops
who had consecrated him--although not Chad himself--were holdouts who,
even after the Synod of Whitby had supposedly settled the question in 663,
insisted on preserving Celtic customs on the date of celebrating Easter and
similar questions, instead of conforming to the customs of the remainder of
Western Christendom.) He was soon after made Bishop of Lichfield in Mercia.
There he travelled about as he had when Archbishop of York, always on foot
(until the Archbishop of Canterbury gave him a hors and ordered him to ride it,
at least on long journeys), preaching and teaching wherever he went. He served
there for only two and a half years before his death, but he made a deep
impression. In the following decades, many chapels, and many wells, were
constructed in Mercia and named for him. (It was an old custom to dig a well
where one was needed, and to mark it with one's own name or another's, that
thirsty travellers and others might drink and remember the name with
gratitude.) [James Kiefer]
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