Prayer for the Day – Friday 5 June

Collect

God our redeemer,
who called your servant Boniface
to preach the gospel among the German people
and to build up your Church in holiness:
grant that we may preserve in our hearts
that faith which he taught with his words
   and sealed with his blood,
and profess it in lives dedicated to your Son
Jesus Christ our Lord,
who is alive and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and for ever.  Amen.

John 8.48-59

48The Jews answered him, ‘Are we not right in saying that you are a Samaritan and have a demon?’ 49Jesus answered, ‘I do not have a demon; but I honour my Father, and you dishonour me. 50Yet I do not seek my own glory; there is one who seeks it and he is the judge. 51Very truly, I tell you, whoever keeps my word will never see death.’ 52The Jews said to him, ‘Now we know that you have a demon. Abraham died, and so did the prophets; yet you say, “Whoever keeps my word will never taste death.” 53Are you greater than our father Abraham, who died? The prophets also died. Who do you claim to be?’ 54Jesus answered, ‘If I glorify myself, my glory is nothing. It is my Father who glorifies me, he of whom you say, “He is our God”, 55though you do not know him. But I know him; if I were to say that I do not know him, I would be a liar like you. But I do know him and I keep his word. 56Your ancestor Abraham rejoiced that he would see my day; he saw it and was glad.’ 57Then the Jews said to him, ‘You are not yet fifty years old, and have you seen Abraham?’58Jesus said to them, ‘Very truly, I tell you, before Abraham was, I am.’ 59So they picked up stones to throw at him, but Jesus hid himself and went out of the temple.

from Palms 144

  I cry aloud to the Lord;
   to the Lord I make my supplication.
  I pour out my complaint before him
   and tell him of my trouble.
  When my spirit faints within me, you know my path;
   in the way wherein I walk have they laid a snare for me.
  I look to my right hand, and find no one who knows me;
   I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for my soul.
  I cry out to you, O Lord, and say:
   ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
  ‘Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low;
   save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
  ‘Bring my soul out of prison,
      that I may give thanks to your name;
   when you have dealt bountifully with me,
      then shall the righteous gather around me.’