I am an emeritus professor from Cornell University and was a Commissioned Lay Preacher in the Presbyterian Church (USA). For many years I have followed the Daily Lectionary as printed in the Mission Yearbook of my church. For each day of a two-year cycle, the lectionary lists four psalms and three other scriptural passages--usually one from the Old Testament and two from the New Testament. My practice is to copy down a verse or two from one of the psalms and from each of the other three passages. After I have written out all four selections, I reflect upon them, rearrange their order, and incorporate them into a meditation. Sometimes I retain much of the original wording; sometimes all that remains of a selection is an idea that was stimulated when I read the original words. All selections are from the New Revised Standard Version of the Bible. For the Daily Lectionary, see the link below.

April 14, 2006

I. Readings
Psalms 22, 105, 130
Lamentations 3:1-9, 19-33
1 Peter 1:10-20
John 13:36-38

II. Selections
Psalm 22:14-15
I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax;
it is melted within my breast;
my mouth is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
you lay me in the dust of death.

Lamentations 3:21-23
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

1 Peter 1:18-19
You know that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your ancestors, not with perishable things like silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without defect or blemish.

John 13:36
Simon Peter said to him, "Lord, where are you going?" Jesus answered, "Where I am going, you cannot follow me now; but you will follow afterward."

III. Meditation: Lord, where are you going?
Lord, where are you going?

To be poured out like water,
bones all out of joint;
heart like wax, melted within your breast;
mouth dried up like a potsherd,
tongue sticking to your jaws;
laid in the dust of death.

To ransom me from the futile ways
inherited from my ancestors,
not with perishable silver or gold,
but with precious blood, your blood,
like that of a lamb
without defect or blemish.

Can I follow you now,
I who am all defect and blemish?

This I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
Your steadfast love never ceases,
your mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.

I will follow you.

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