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Advent 1: The Candle of Hope

I noticed from my hit counter that quite a few people have been rootling around in the VM archives to find an appropriate Candle-Lighting Liturgy for this year... Some even trying to find something for tomorrow, proving that I am not, contrary to popular opinion, the worst organised person in the western world... I haven't published anything in advance for Advent this year because I have been a bit distracted over recent months (hence the lack of posts in general), and am largely making use of someone else's hard work this year, namely Rev. Mary Whitson, who produced them for the Canadian Presbyterian Church's World Service & Development Department... You can find the original here (and leave a donation as a thankyou)... But below is the adapted version we are going to be using tomorrow morning:

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness.
"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in him."
 The LORD is good to those who wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.
It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD.
Lamentations 3:22-26 (RSV)

Hope is a light given by God at the beginning of creation.
Hope is the gift of God.
Hope is a light given by God in the teaching of the prophets.
Hope is the gift of God.
Hope is the gift of God revealed in the life of Christ.
Hope is the gift of God.
Hope is a light given by God, the Son of God, the Son of Mary.
(The candle is lit.)
Let us pray:
Source of light, shine in our lives and in your world
with your renewing hope.
In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.

Shalom

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