Thursday 23 September

Lord of creation,
whose glory is around and within us:
open our eyes to your wonders,
that we may serve you with reverence
and know your peace at our lives’ end,
through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.

Mark 13.14–23
 ‘But when you see the desolating sacrilege set up where it ought not to be (let the reader understand), then those in Judea must flee to the mountains; someone on the housetop must not go down or enter the house to take anything away; someone in the field must not turn back to get a coat. Woe to those who are pregnant and to those who are nursing infants in those days! Pray that it may not be in winter. For in those days there will be suffering, such as has not been from the beginning of the creation that God created until now, no, and never will be. And if the Lord had not cut short those days, no one would be saved; but for the sake of the elect, whom he chose, he has cut short those days. And if anyone says to you at that time, “Look! Here is the Messiah!” or “Look! There he is!”—do not believe it. False messiahs and false prophets will appear and produce signs and omens, to lead astray, if possible, the elect. But be alert; I have already told you everything.

Psalm 57
    Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me,
   for my soul takes refuge in you;
    In the shadow of your wings will I take refuge
   until the storm of destruction has passed by.
    I will call upon the Most High God,
   the God who fulfils his purpose for me.
    He will send from heaven and save me
      and rebuke those that would trample upon me;
   God will send forth his love and his faithfulness.
    I lie in the midst of lions,
   people whose teeth are spears and arrows,
      and their tongue a sharp sword.
    Be exalted, O God, above the heavens,
   and your glory over all the earth.
    They have laid a net for my feet;
      my soul is pressed down;
   they have dug a pit before me
      and will fall into it themselves.
    My heart is ready, O God, my heart is ready;
   I will sing and give you praise.
    Awake, my soul; awake, harp and lyre,
   that I may awaken the dawn.
      I will give you thanks, O Lord, among the peoples;
   I will sing praise to you among the nations.
      For your loving-kindness is as high as the heavens,
   and your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
      Be exalted, O God, above the heavens,
   and your glory over all the earth.