Our Holy Guest
There is a beautiful prayer to begin your meal that goes like this:
“Lord Jesus, be our holy guest
Our morning joy
Our evening rest
And with our daily bread impart
Some love and peace to every heart.”
It is a good thing to ask the Holy Son of God to come into our home and be our daily guest…to invite Him to our table, to our conversations, and to our daily business.
Having this special Guest, makes a combination of miracles and exciting fellowship. The ordinary becomes extra-ordinary; the usual becomes unusual; and the common-place becomes special. My friends begin to look different, and I can even put up with my enemies who make life miserable. The Biblical writer says, “casting all your cares upon Him…” and somehow my worries leave me, the tensions are less and the pressures are eased. Peace, like a mighty river, floods my soul.
The prayer says: “and with our daily bread impart, some love and peace to every heart.” I discover that there is something more that I need besides food. I can put the meat and potatoes on the table and I have a collection of food. But if I let Christ be the head of my home, and the unseen guest at every meal, I have a banquet, a sacrament. I have access to the Healer of Souls. And the Healer of Souls has food to eat, of which we know nothing. He has nourishment that has no calories, adds no cholesterol, puts on no fat or blubber, but makes me lean and tough in the things of the spirit.
I need Christ as my Holy Guest. Without Him, I become just an animal in an animal-like world. But with Him, I find myself walking on higher ground. With Him, I can do the impossible. I see the unseeable, climb the unclimbable, and miracles and magic become part of my living room.
When I was a child, my mother used to kiss the bruises and cuts. But now, Jesus, the Healer of my soul, gives me the kiss of peace and takes all the sickness of my heart away.
Today, I have reached the age of 86.
Does age make any difference? Maybe
not, but it's amazing how the years
have gone by. They have been good
ones, and the Lord has sent His
many blessings, for which I give
thanks.
“Lord Jesus, be our holy guest
Our morning joy
Our evening rest
And with our daily bread impart
Some love and peace to every heart.”
It is a good thing to ask the Holy Son of God to come into our home and be our daily guest…to invite Him to our table, to our conversations, and to our daily business.
Having this special Guest, makes a combination of miracles and exciting fellowship. The ordinary becomes extra-ordinary; the usual becomes unusual; and the common-place becomes special. My friends begin to look different, and I can even put up with my enemies who make life miserable. The Biblical writer says, “casting all your cares upon Him…” and somehow my worries leave me, the tensions are less and the pressures are eased. Peace, like a mighty river, floods my soul.
The prayer says: “and with our daily bread impart, some love and peace to every heart.” I discover that there is something more that I need besides food. I can put the meat and potatoes on the table and I have a collection of food. But if I let Christ be the head of my home, and the unseen guest at every meal, I have a banquet, a sacrament. I have access to the Healer of Souls. And the Healer of Souls has food to eat, of which we know nothing. He has nourishment that has no calories, adds no cholesterol, puts on no fat or blubber, but makes me lean and tough in the things of the spirit.
I need Christ as my Holy Guest. Without Him, I become just an animal in an animal-like world. But with Him, I find myself walking on higher ground. With Him, I can do the impossible. I see the unseeable, climb the unclimbable, and miracles and magic become part of my living room.
When I was a child, my mother used to kiss the bruises and cuts. But now, Jesus, the Healer of my soul, gives me the kiss of peace and takes all the sickness of my heart away.
Today, I have reached the age of 86.
Does age make any difference? Maybe
not, but it's amazing how the years
have gone by. They have been good
ones, and the Lord has sent His
many blessings, for which I give
thanks.
posted by Francis Geo. Guither at 6:29 AM
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My friend Sheila told me her father wrote this prayer. Is that you?
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