Friday 2 July

Gracious Father,
by the obedience of Jesus
you brought salvation to our wayward world:
draw us into harmony with your will,
that we may find all things restored in him,
our Saviour Jesus Christ.  Amen.

Romans 16.1–16
I commend to you our sister Phoebe, a deacon of the church at Cenchreae, so that you may welcome her in the Lord as is fitting for the saints, and help her in whatever she may require from you, for she has been a benefactor of many and of myself as well.
 Greet Prisca and Aquila, who work with me in Christ Jesus, and who risked their necks for my life, to whom not only I give thanks, but also all the churches of the Gentiles. Greet also the church in their house. Greet my beloved Epaenetus, who was the first convert in Asia for Christ. Greet Mary, who has worked very hard among you. Greet Andronicus and Junia, my relatives who were in prison with me; they are prominent among the apostles, and they were in Christ before I was. Greet Ampliatus, my beloved in the Lord. Greet Urbanus, our co-worker in Christ, and my beloved Stachys. Greet Apelles, who is approved in Christ. Greet those who belong to the family of Aristobulus. Greet my relative Herodion. Greet those in the Lord who belong to the family of Narcissus. Greet those workers in the Lord, Tryphaena and Tryphosa. Greet the beloved Persis, who has worked hard in the Lord. Greet Rufus, chosen in the Lord; and greet his mother—a mother to me also. Greet Asyncritus, Phlegon, Hermes, Patrobas, Hermas, and the brothers and sisters who are with them. Greet Philologus, Julia, Nereus and his sister, and Olympas, and all the saints who are with them. Greet one another with a holy kiss. All the churches of Christ greet you.

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,
   like the slain who lie in the grave,
    Whom you remember no more,
   for they are cut off from your hand.
    You have laid me in the lowest pit,
   in a place of darkness in the abyss.
    Your anger lies heavy upon me,
   and you have afflicted me with all your waves.
    You have put my friends far from me
   and made me to be abhorred by them.
      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.
      Do you work wonders for the dead?
   Will the shades stand up and praise you?
      Shall your loving-kindness be declared in the grave,
   your faithfulness in the land of destruction?
      Shall your wonders be known in the dark
   or your righteous deeds in the land where all is forgotten?
      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.