A Healing Invitation

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Sometimes, a particular combination of words can strike home in an unexpected way. It happened to me this past Sunday morning. We had a healing service at church, along with communion, leading to a level of formality that’s a touch more “high church” than we usually have. Although we’re Methodist, we tend to be far more “low church.”

As I spoke one reading aloud, however, the words sparked within my heart, striking directly on that one spot where I most long for the presence of God. I don’t know why…they just did. Words that are ancient, written in the 17th century by a Russian monk, but that still hold the craving of devout believers.

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Come, my Light, and illumine my darkness.
Come, my Life, and revive me from death.
Come, my Physician, and heal my wounds.
Come, Flame of divine love, and burn up the thorns of my sins, kindling my heart with the flame of thy love.
Come, my King, sit up on the throne of my heart and reign there.
For thou alone art my King and my Lord. Amen.
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A echoing reminder that words have an ageless power to touch, to inspire. We should not treat them lightly, especially when God has gifted us with the ability to use them to His way and light.

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