On the rocky shore of a Northern Isle,
I huddle round glowing embers
while the wind caresses me,
whispering echoes of a Celtic prayer –
the voices of Aidan and Cuthbert.
Yearning sighs of tide,
the great North Sea ebbs and flows
over timeworn pebbles,
blending with strains of sacred devotion
in a chorus of ancient praise.
Fire blazing and crackling,
hurling flaming sparks into the night sky
while warmth embraces me
in the love of those hallowed saints.
Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy SpiritMatthew 28:19 New International Version
Our Father, thank you for the early saints who left behind a precious and inspiring heritage. Most of all, thank you that, by the power of your Holy Spirit, the Gospel of Christ was spread by the words and testimony of Jesus’s first followers and is being made known to all the nations in the world. May not one of your lambs be lost.
In Jesus Name, Amen.