Prayer for the Day – Friday 22 May

Collect
O God the King of glory,
you have exalted your only Son Jesus Christ
with great triumph to your kingdom in heaven:
we beseech you, leave us not comfortless,
but send your Holy Spirit to strengthen us
and exalt us to the place where our Saviour Christ is gone before,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.

Acts 18.9-18

9One night the Lord said to Paul in a vision, ‘Do not be afraid, but speak and do not be silent; 10for I am with you, and no one will lay a hand on you to harm you, for there are many in this city who are my people.’ 11He stayed there for a year and six months, teaching the word of God among them.
12But when Gallio was proconsul of Achaia, the Jews made a united attack on Paul and brought him before the tribunal. 13They said, ‘This man is persuading people to worship God in ways that are contrary to the law.’ 14Just as Paul was about to speak, Gallio said to the Jews, ‘If it were a matter of crime or serious villainy, I would be justified in accepting the complaint of you Jews; 15but since it is a matter of questions about words and names and your own law, see to it yourselves; I do not wish to be a judge of these matters.’ 16And he dismissed them from the tribunal. 17Then all of them seized Sosthenes, the official of the synagogue, and beat him in front of the tribunal. But Gallio paid no attention to any of these things.
18After staying there for a considerable time, Paul said farewell to the believers and sailed for Syria, accompanied by Priscilla and Aquila. At Cenchreae he had his hair cut, for he was under a vow.

from Psalm 102
  O Lord, hear my prayer 
   and let my crying come before you.
  Hide not your face from me 
   in the day of my distress.
  Incline your ear to me; 
   when I call, make haste to answer me,
  For my days are consumed in smoke 
   and my bones burn away as in a furnace.
  My heart is smitten down and withered like grass, 
   so that I forget to eat my bread.
  From the sound of my groaning 
   my bones cleave fast to my skin.
  I am become like a vulture in the wilderness, 
   like an owl that haunts the ruins.
  I keep watch and am become like a sparrow 
   solitary upon the housetop.

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