Ninth Sunday after Trinity – 9 August

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Almighty God,
who sent your Holy Spirit
to be the life and light of your Church:
open our hearts to the riches of your grace,
that we may bring forth the fruit of the Spirit
in love and joy and peace;
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.

2 Peter 3.8–13
But do not ignore this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like one day. The Lord is not slow about his promise, as some think of slowness, but is patient with you, not wanting any to perish, but all to come to repentance. But the day of the Lord will come like a thief, and then the heavens will pass away with a loud noise, and the elements will be dissolved with fire, and the earth and everything that is done on it will be disclosed.
Since all these things are to be dissolved in this way, what sort of people ought you to be in leading lives of holiness and godliness, waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God, because of which the heavens will be set ablaze and dissolved, and the elements will melt with fire? But, in accordance with his promise, we wait for new heavens and a new earth, where righteousness is at home.

From Psalm 88
    O Lord, God of my salvation,
   I have cried day and night before you.
    Let my prayer come into your presence;
   incline your ear to my cry.
    For my soul is full of troubles;
   my life draws near to the land of death.
    I am counted as one gone down to the Pit;
   I am like one that has no strength,
    Lost among the dead.
      …I am so fast in prison that I cannot get free;
   my eyes fail from all my trouble.
      Lord, I have called daily upon you;
   I have stretched out my hands to you.
      But as for me, O Lord, I will cry to you;
   early in the morning my prayer shall come before you.
      Lord, why have you rejected my soul?
   Why have you hidden your face from me?
      I have been wretched and at the point of death from my youth;
   I suffer your terrors and am no more seen.
      Your wrath sweeps over me;
   your horrors are come to destroy me;
      All day long they come about me like water;
   they close me in on every side.
      Lover and friend have you put far from me
   and hid my companions out of my sight.