("Blowin’
in the Wind" is a regular feature on my blog consisting of an
assortment of nature writings – hymns, songs, excerpts, prayers, Bible
readings, poems or other things – pieces I may not have written but that
inspire me or give me joy. I trust they’ll do the same for you.)
Well, the summer
is waning quickly, or, as Joni Mitchell sang, ‘…Summertime is fallin’
down and winter’s closin’ in.’ Before the season is officially gone I thought I’d
share a lovely piece I ran across recently in a book of prayers. The book,
entitled The Prayers of Peter Marshall,
was compiled and prefaced by novelist Catherine Marshall, whose husband was a
very popular pastor, as well as Chaplain of the U.S. Senate from 1947-49.
Peter Marshall
was a Scottish Presbyterian clergyman who had emigrated pennilessly to the
United States in 1927 as a 24-year-old, attended Columbia Theological Seminary,
and served two churches in Georgia before being called to pastor the New York
Avenue Presbyterian Church in Washington D.C. in 1937. Appointed by the Senate
as Chaplain in late 1946, he was elected twice to the position, during which he
continued to serve his church. He died suddenly of heart failure in late
January of 1949 at the young age of 46.
Marshall’s prayers
were simple and heart-spoken, of a homespun character, very rarely written
down, many of them penned only by a faithful secretary who recorded them in
shorthand. But they were a beloved part of worship in his churches, and
appreciated in new ways by members of the Senate; previous chaplains’ prayers
were filled with pretentious or pompous language that
Here is the
prayer that caught my spirit a few days ago, one he prayed in church, and I
share it in hopes that it will be as meaningful to you as it was to me. And, my
goodness, if you can find the book, long OP, any of the prayers from those
prayed in Senate Chambers would be appropriate for our ongoing intercession for
our public leaders.
A Prayer of
Thanksgiving – On a Summer’s Day
beauty of this day –
a day
that shall ripen grain,
that shall provide good things for
the table,
that shall make all growing things
rejoice,
that shall make more sweet the music
of the birds,
that shall make more beautiful the
gardens which Thou hast
planted and watered.
We thank Thee for the
fertility of the land that encourages us to sow and to plant. We thank Thee for
the dependence of the seasons, for all Thy sustaining providence by which we
work today and harvest tomorrow.
We well know, our
Father, that we are not worthy of Thy bounty, but help us to be good stewards
of that bounty. We thank Thee for the endless delight of our lives on this
lovely earth. Amen.
~~ RGM, September 6,
2016
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