This Daily Devotion is to help our members and others reflect on the understanding of Christian service to our Lord.

Devotion for Thursday, February 11, 2021

The Rt. Rev. Archimandrite, Msgr. George Appleyard

Thursday before Ash Wednesday

An Invitation to Prayer

Let us remember your beloved David
who committed murder for his adultery.
—Let us know the joy of repentance
    and accept our prayer for pardon.

The Lamentations of Jeremiah 1:18-22

Tsade
The Lord is right,
    I have disobeyed his decree.
Listen, all you people,
    and look at my suffering.
My young men and women
    have gone off into captivity.

Qoph
I called my lovers,
    but they deceived me.
My priests and my elders
    died in the city
while searching for something
    to keep them alive.

Resh
Look, Lord, at how I am afflicted,
    at how my insides churn.
My heart beats hard within me,
    for my terrible rebellion.
Outside the sword deals death,
    and at home the plague.

Shin
Listen to my groaning,
    there is no one to comfort me.
All my enemies have heard of my plight
    and gloat because you brought it on.
Now set the day and the time
    to do to them what you did to me.

Tau
Summon all their evil before you
and deal with them
    as you dealt with me
    for all my sins.
My groans are ceaseless,
and my heart is sick

From St. Basil’s Letter #46: To a fallen nun

Now is the time to quote the words of the Prophet Jeremiah 9:1 and say, “Oh, that I had a head full of water for a fountain of tears in my eyes that I might weep for my people night and day, for the slain daughter of my people.” Though felled by a fatal blow and now wrapped in profound silence, lying unconscious from their misfortune and robbed of all sense of feeling, at all costs I must not let such a fall go unlamented. If, to Jeremiah, it seemed that those whose bodies had been wounded in war were worthy of so much lamentation, what shall be said of such a disaster of souls? As Isaiah says 22:2, “Your slain men were not slain with the sword, nor did they die in battle.” I am mourning the sting of the real death, the grievousness of sin.

A Prayer

“Now it is time to awake from sleep.” Heal the wounds of my soul, O God, and rouse me to shake off laziness. Let me prepare myself for the lent that stands before me, so that when I enter the arena I am prepared to do all to win the prize. Amen.